There Is No Love, But Jealousy Is Crying

There is no love, but jealousy is crying In coldest heart as tempest as the storm I need no answer in the daily lying The sympathy will pass and graving worm is biting past, that use to be forgotten There’s no disturbance and the soul is still The time is running apathy’s begotten to take illusions with as I can feel. The lust will leave it’s silent it’s like beggar And Lyre will fall on ground it’s tired so There is no love it’s cruel I’ve washed its make-up And I am jealous for your sake in row.