Phase
Ibidem
IbidemStay, stay here and listen to the way,The wind is blowingLay before the fire, then betrayYour secret passion playYou must remain all thoughts freeYou won't believe your senses' spreePray, your tribute to the unknown god payHe's grace retainDay, by day we're killing us awayA slow decayYou're still the same, you've no gainYou need release for once againAsk meAsk meSpectator of your uncolored vanityTouch meFeel meAm I real? (Or) Was I born from your insanity?
From Letras Mania