Sense of Losing

My bullet is love, my heart is the gun
And I can't pretend that you aren't the target I aim,
Your beauty is here with a smile on it's face,
And you can't be sure that this smile isn't a symbol of doom.
More blood on the ground, more cries in this song
And we can't pretend that all our world isn't lost in sense of

Losing and saving us,
We're killing and saving us, now.
Losing and saving us,
We're killing and saving us again.

Your shield is the pain and your soul is the hood
And you can't just hide there forever your prayers untold,
My hatred is here with the void in it's eyes,
And you can't be safe in the vault of your sorrow and coldness.
More silently heartbeats, more louder screams
And we can't pretend that all our hell isn't the end in sense of

Losing and saving us,
We're killing and saving us, now.
Losing and saving us,
We're killing and saving us again.

This clarity came to us not alone,
But with our herecy's pandemonium,
Hope no more and hold nobody to no one,
Love is the windowless and doorless room,
And we are there at war.

Losing and saving us,
We're killing and saving us, now.
Losing and saving us,
We're killing and saving us again.

Losing and saving,
We're killing and saving us.
Losing and saving,
We're killing and saving us again.

by Ник Свиридов и "Lunar Moth".