She is a saint
Her womb is a place of rejection
She washes her perfect skin quietly
And hates me for being real
Her womb is a place of rejection
She washes her perfect skin quietly
And hates me for being real
Kill the lights and listen for noises to give you away
Sanctuary [x3]
I need a place where I can feel...
[John James Hewitt (1931-1969) The Orchard:]
''It feels like we're all locked up in little cages''
''The celling is closing in, and the walls...
The walls are closing in - Can't you feel that?''
I will turn my eyes away
I will not turn into stone
No more accusations and lies
She's spreading her self
Flesh giving away to flesh
I watch her bones
I'm being eaten alive
Remove the eyes
Remove the eyes
Remove the intentions and kill the light
Her love is a blinding line of fire to where I stand
Her love is as cold as her desire
I'll never be free
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