Power, the web of desire
Will bring the house down.
Burn, spat the preacher
From a hill that entered heaven.

Pay or die, cried the boatman.
Blood, screamed the goddess.
I long for the peace of night
In which all colours blend.

Perhaps it's death calling me, another death.
I need to feel again,
To feel myself
In self love.

I need to love again,
To feel myself
In self love.
I need to feel again.

I need to love again.