If you trust that soul

You will reach the top

And then you will drop



Blind faith keeps you hanging,

Hanging in the air

And you will see,

You never really touch reality,

Never really touch reality

Feed the dog that bites your hand

Kick their face, pat their head

And when their back is turned

Stick it in, revenge is the future

To the ones who've done the wrong

You'd better keep your eyes peeled,

Hate never heals

I'll be around - hammer and nail

Kiss my hell, spill your fill

It turns to love, turn to love

Every drop is one less beat



Take me please, please take me

Under your wing, under your feet

Chained to a black heart



What's it like to die?

What's it like?

A million deaths, a million breaths

To kill a million dreams,

Tears flow like streams in ecstasy

To worship God, to worship the Devil

To fuck Jesus, suck Satan cold

To grow older than old

To be born wicked and bold,

Wicked and bold

You never touch reality,

Never touch reality



And then you drop



- Eva O