Timeless Turmoil - Gost

Lest we seize this torment, lying in your grave

Lost in fear her face it beckons we to be

Lustful romance fighting to be free and clean

Timeless turmoil designed as a lovers wanting gaze

She sees the fear in our hearts

She clings to your faithlessness

She writhes to be here

She dies to be here

And I’m moving within you

You can hear me hissing, I’m right behind you

Peeling layers of desperation out from under you

I’m searing with envy

And I know you can hear me

Yes, I know that you fear me

I’d get down on my knees too if I had any reason to fear thee

Lest we seize this torment, lying in your grave

Lost in fear her face it beckons we to be

Lustful romance fighting to be free and clean

Timeless turmoil designed as a lovers wanting gaze