Once again I' drowning
ion this lake of betrayal and lies

So who are you to speak,
when they have already tightened
the grip?
The creations of ones destiny

and meanwhile I drown,
in the corners of your eyes

To be the saddest of sins
( would you be? )
Carry me to the fields of lust
because as you stand here withering,
I feel so alive

My soul has been sacrified
to the demons of betrayal
And I feel strangled to act in lies

Tighter, tighter, tighter
oh, is it hope in sight?
Is it hope in sight?

Redefine, and welcome the
vast immortals
Redefine, and head back to the
tainted waters...



M.B.