The face that made a thousand ships sail
Made the world
Devoted with competion.

Battles were lost
And won
The face's desinterest.

Only one can win
He's not even a sailor
The face that made a thousand men run.

Written from her hand
Words,
On paper.

How she loves the adoration
Adores the love
Hates the competition.

The love of a running man
Made her tame
Burning the fire.

Secrets
The words on her lips
'thank you'.

The breakdown of the face
Was agony
Agonized with disaster.

As she breathed her last words
How she loves him
'hold my hand'.

Boom, kaboom.
Her heart fighting
Her body radiating.

How he died
How we died

How she dies.
- CRSS