we held each other in the empire of hate then dragged through dreams our bodies set ablaze become two ghosts of sunday film like sister and brother kissing myself holding myself as if you were somebody else in the empire of my soul from an empire long long ago beacons of passion in the empire of doom fell like a nuke into my black pupil i know i m unbelievable to those i can t relate to and if i ever did with you could i escape the unfullfilled doom having a laugh behind my back in the empire of my heart as the empire falls apart through the stained glass i see fire in the empire in the empire in the empire1