oh it touches, itches, bites and wastes the time trying not to be in love with what is mine with sirens singing all the big things that we hate, we cry about will turn to gold if just leave them out
then lets hope his silence is with us tonight I'll bing the camera - can you hold the light?
the dusty pages of the book that wakes the dead say don't hold dear the timethat we once had it's a pleasure waiting for the things to come a little patience and the blood will run
then lets hope his silence is with us tonight I'll bring the poisen - can you bring the knife