The game

This game is known by its mark, I've lost and cracked on tiny ice Unaware, you rose my dark My demons now live paradise. All the bets are on already I've sacrificed my latest spin. Your energy makes me so heady I'm petrified to let you in. Please, rip me out in thousands glimpses As you'd be my own cutter Prise my soul in shiny pieces Let it in the wind to scatter. Breath me in and fill me layers, Our lust became unholy Being yours, that's all that matters: "Il cuore vuole ciò che vuole".