The Medusa
ANDERS MARTIN BJOERLER, JONAS FREDRIK BJOERLER, PATRIK JENSEN, PER MOELLER JENSEN, PETER WILHARD INGVAR DOLVING
She is a saint
Her womb is a place of rejection
She washes her perfect skin quietly
And hates me for being real
Kill the lights
Listen for noises to give you away
Sanctuary, sanctuary, sanctuary
I need a place where I can feel
It's like we're all locked up in little cages
It's like the ceiling is closing in and the walls
It's like the walls are closing in, can't you feel that?
I will turn my eyes away
I will not turn into stone
No more accusations and lies
She's spreading herself
Flesh giving way to flesh
I watch her bones
I'm being eaten alive
Remove the eyes
Remove the eyes
Remove the intention
And kill the lights
Her love is a blinding line of fire
To where I stand
Her love is as cold as her desire
And I'll never be free