She, the Weapon - Black Therapy

She was selected to become a weapon

The final weapon to end the conflict

Her lover, the only bystander of her dehumanization

She became a tool of death, aware of being it

Ah, be cursed you awareness

It made her conscious of her condition, of her sin, of the pain she brings to

others

Her soul yearns for existence, for life

Love is the last fortress

She has to remember herself

And he has the key to it

Their moments together are the only instants of a dying happiness in the midst

of a storm

She wants to get rid of her awareness

but her inner conflict already has a winner

Her feelings scream at the agony of her self assertion

While her body changes becoming pile of metal sheet

Ah, be cursed you awareness

It made her conscious of her condition, of her sin, of the pain she brings to

others

Her soul yearns for existence, for life

Love is the last fortress

She has to remember herself

And he has the key to it

Their moments together are the only instants of a dying happiness in the midst

of a storm

She became the Goddess of oblivion

imposing an end to this madness we call life

standing as the last witness of what mankind was

She was a weapon, a weapon capable of loving

And she became an eternal epigraph to forget not

the sweet love that gave her hope