The Medusa - The Haunted

She is a saint

Her womb is a place of rejection

She washes her perfect skin quietly

And hates me for being real

Kill the lights

Listen for noises

To give you away

Sanctuary

Sanctuary

Sanctuary

I need a place where I can feel

«It's like we’re all locked up in little cages

The ceiling is closing in

And the walls…

It’s like walls are closing in

Can’t you feel that?»

I will turn my eyes away

I will not turn into stone

No

More

Accuasations and lies

She’s spreading her self

Flesh giving way to flesh

I watch her bones

I’m being eaten alive

Remove the eyes

Remove the eyes

Remove intentions and kill the lights

Her eyes are the blinding line of fire to where I stand

Her love is as cold as her desire and I’ll never be free