Fields Of The Nephilim Submission
it moves between us for one moment like opium and your heart we've remedys from the ancient gods to heal the morals of our shadow devil come to me open up the door lead me ciahra to the centre of it all she opened and cried with arms outstretched lay down next to me come take what's left she cried holding me someone's inside too cruel to suffer for what she wants condensation on the windows peering back at myself through the webs we have weaved till this radiant morning somewhere else oh where have I been where have I been her lips were hard my heaven is cold let's loose her whose inside me let's use her for what she wants take her loosen up loose enough
