Minimal Compact Raging Souls
Bodies on a used-up bed
candles lit the room
tongues that lick the wounds
while stairs steps from love supreme
into hate and gloom
Tell me what we've got
the strain's on the thrill gone
panic strikes the heart
time has come to part
you've said so you've said so
then you've sat and cried
Bodies melt and break away
cobwebs fill the room
silent as a tomb
little deaths big dreams
coming thru' another night
morning dew within
walk a line so thin
raging souls shed skins
