Attrition
Which Hand?
Power, the web of desire Will bring the house down. Burn, spat the preacher From a hill that entered heaven. Pay or die - cried the boatman. Blood - screamed the goddess. I long for the peace of night In which all colours blend. Perhaps it's death calling me, another death. I need to feel again, To feel myself In self love. I need to love again, To feel myself In self love. I need to feel again. I need to love again.
From Letras Mania