I found a place where nothing can touch me.
It seems so perfect,
so unbelievable.
Nothing affects me, no wonder I see.
When I'm laying in my six foot hole.
Wouldn't that my heaven be calm this * now?
I quench my velocity,
in your dream I fell from the top of Memphis,
Calvary.
The effort is exposure,
of a pure sick poison.
Yet the siren's call,
is brilliant and new.
I'll open the rave path to reverie and
I shall connect to sick compulsion.
I return to the chalice to drink again,
and during that I soap it off of the sweet descent.
Its virulence has
corroded my soul.
So desperately begging for obligation,
to a yasmin arch of my speck breaking the distant inside.
One who can't face the past with a round obligation.
When did my heaven become this * hell?
This paradise,
comes under the brush,
so you're still aware,
you're a part of it all.
I quench my velocity,
in your dream I fell from the top of Memphis,
Calvary.
The effort is exposure,
of a pure sick poison.
Yet the siren's call,
is brilliant and new.
I'll open the rave path to reverie and
I shall connect to sick compulsion.
He
possesses me,
when my strength is conducted,
he caresses me,
with a reverie kiss.
I've found a place, where nothing can touch me.
When my strength has been conducted,
it seems so perfect,
so unbelievable.
When I'm reveling at sleep,
nothing upsets me,
no one to rush me.
When my strength has been conducted,
when I'm laying in my six foot ball.
When did my heaven become this * hell?