acéphale

Couldn't help but to gash With my pocket blade joyous, unafraid I had to, felt right, seems right Acéphale Clueless mind, you thought too much My wildest creature Your eyes sapphires Feet poised apart, balance set Shoulders aligned in witful dissent Fire bend, katana held The sword is the thought, the sword is the grace Couldn't help but to wear Every single thought as a cameo (Cameo) Eye capsule treasure feels grand Acéphale Love of mine para qué pensar My wildest creature Your eyes satires, feels grand