The Silver Circle - Faith And The Muse

Come to life my deviltry

Possess this poor company

Our secret be benefit

Their unhappy lack of it

Awaken my trusting friend

My undisturbed reflection

So fluid your beauty

All gears and teeth

Come Alive

Come to life my second skin

To protect the madness locked within

Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues

Though words did betray us

Did bury our past

Cry blasphemy

Cancer masters instinct

Sad passive release

Come Alive

Take my dear ones

The use of this spell may serve too well

Our mouth is our chalice

Our tongue our sword

And truth holds a dozen doors

One thrown open wide shall yield one more

Yet mystery remains above their eyes

Come Alive