Lust is singed upon the Sun
Your devotion gleaming
Flickering silvered as your tongue
Feasting on a dream
Feed the dream through the night
Can it bleed, will it writhe
Move thine mouth, give a sign
Tear the shroud, may I rise
Sprawled upon a distant Moon
I can feel forever
Gliding through an open wound
Arm to mouth entreasured
Feed the dream through the night
Can it bleed, will it writhe
Move thine mouth, give a sign
Tear the shroud, may I rise
Feed the dream through the night
Can it bleed, will it writhe
Move thine mouth, give a sign
Tear the shroud, may I rise
