A Siren's Call Sing your siren's song for me,lull me into this state of ease.Let me crash upon the rocks,hopefully your singing never stops.For beauty is loss,to gain is to lose,yet to hear you sing,oh, you are my muse.
Gotan 4-4 Be my beatKeep me downBe the sound that's all aroundBe the rhythmIn the bandLet me see your master planIn the clubs that line the streetLet me hear your beautiful voiceI know you're not Santa MariaI know you're not from ArgentinaBut dance with my soulAnd never go
The clouds Watch it all slowly melt awayKnow that it will all slip awayJust like the clouds in the skies aboveKnow that it all simply goesThe world is forever turningSlowly edging onBut I feel like I'm trappedIn this desolate coldBut in my eyes the flames grow onOoooooohIf only youCould knowThe world is my symphonyMy cloud age in the skyBut it all seems to idle byNo matter how hard I tryIn the beautiful skyNothing can pass me by
Nichts Blood born through glory,The end of the story.A million knives,The smothered lives,As cold as the arctic plains,But can you sense my lies?They all despiseThe one trapped in this room,Sealed in pain,Where it will always rainBut in the end can you see through me?Can you attest to actually knowing?Or will this tortured mind never be free?Trapped where dementia is growing?Stare into these eyesAnd know your place.Take this role,And feel the world go cold.
Sta.sh
