Well Bereft of structure Bereft of peace To create sin and vice Sister Marice Sister Marice
The word she once loved Cradle to nurture What she was able Cradle to nurture Cradle to nurture
To reap what she had saved Bereft of structure Bereft of peace Distracted by imaginative kind Sister Marice
The soft word she once loved Now harsh till soft she hands hold It's like making love on her own It gave her reason
And the circle you're moving in now See the flaws in your own reflection Eruption, you're drenching yourself now Wrapping your sorrow in skin The circles, you're sweating now Trigger to get to tomorrow Someone's eyes gazed Wrapping your skin Discovering sorrow
(Discovering sorrow)
To turn left she asigned, To fragrances of rum To turn left she said a rhyme, To be intimate, willing
And the circle you're moving in now See the flaws in your own reflection Eruption, you're drenching yourself now Wrapping your sorrow in skin The circles, you're sweating now Trigger to get to tomorrow Someone's eyes gazed Wrapping your skin Discovering sorrow