Lords Of The New Church I Never Believed
(Bator/James) I searched through all my possessions You were no longer one of them Cried out your name in both and fear But only silence would answer me Chorus I never believed it coudl happen Sometimes heaven helps the wicked Controls the demons from which we can't defend Lonely I misdirect my horror You've really left me, this time it's not pretend Chorus I turn to catch a dying shadow Your faded image a-haunting me I slash my eyes out in a Bunuel mood I cannot see you in someone else's dream