Из альбома: Jezabel 13.3
It is deceit, it's made of lies
It is the key to your demise
So late it comes, to realize
The tastes and feelings you despise
Burn, the space in your veins never learns
The signs having shown will return
Too late to act so concerned...
It's dead and gone, yet so eternal
Blessed, tempting and infernal
Seeping outside through internal
In your eyes I see it...
Burn, the space in your veins never learns
The signs having shown will return
Too late to act so concerned
Now you're just food for worms
It's price is right, it's time is now
It's pulling, pushing you down.
It's everything you've never found
It's hesitation, it is doubt
It's made of heaven, made of love
It's a reflection from above
It's all of this, but not enough
It's god's unresistable...
Bluff, the space in your veins never learns
The signs having shown will return
Too late to act so concerned
Now you're just food for worms
The space in my head that I made back when I was dead
Is now approaching the horizon like a fetus through the after birth
And now decisions left up to my discretion
Bring the future further forward and the possible true
This blood creation from the mental indignation
That had sprouted from the lack of understanding the lost
And the choices that so frighten all the fools as fingers tighten
On the throat of clueless masses bring my soul to a buzz
And living with this longing searching words
But falling short of a description or procession to untieable knots
So focus anger into passion
And obsession to create is the sensation that I will
Forever, feel it burn...