Из альбома: Superstition
I am stone and I am blade
A sharp eternal instant
A darker heart a distant moan
pleasures' deep and spectral instinct
Look me in the eye
speak it to my face
My hate is cold
As I fall from grace
So wish away my gravity
a curse the one and only
lay terror tight unholy flight
bear witness to the descent
Yet nothing is forever
So come nearer and confess
but like a tender bruise
Temptation Waits in one caress
Look me in the eye
speak it to my face
My hate is cold
As I fall from grace
Cast me out and save your soul
from madness rhyme and reason
You banish doubt I'll spread the fear
you'd better start believing
Look me in the eye
speak it to my face
My hate is cold
As I fall from grace