A shame that shivers like the setting sun Build a fort set it on fire may the stakes be dire She is waiting on the other side the room reeks with tension Asleep what does she need Bring forbidden fruit feed her dreams 120 days of pain The hunger remains Lifeless a shape of air Pale beauty medusan stare At a distance all deceit She moves with shackled feet Archaic knowledge in a corporal form A sensational game call her by her real name In the trembling emptiness she will respond Disenchanted no visions And the deepest fears inhibitions Burnt disciples in the setting sun Lifeless a shape of air Pale beauty medusan stare At a distance all deceit She moves with shackled feet