Cult

(альбом: The Process - 1996)

A lasting moment to hold onto
With regret the scent of time
Tried and tested I never noticed
The phantoms of her mind

Cresent moon I'm cutting through
Paste up warnings fill the sky
Smoking embers I remember
Time and time again to try

To live in light
To sink within her
I think of light
Time to blame to borrow from your past
Elapsed collapsing

She's not insane
She's gone insane

And if the root of silence pulls me off
And love is lost not from my heart
I sit upon this throne that throws me off

And she falls backwards to the floor
And forwards to the back
She says elapses all my truth again
She's the one I live for

I live alone...
She's the one I live for
I live alone...

Burns inside horilbly
She lifts me to
The spirit burns the darkest hours
My corrupt brain is hurting
Once again the door lies quiet
Left alone I'm thinking of her
Sitting the burning clock of time