Head - spaced out.
Gasping - cannot shout.

With lions, you come as one.
After the hunting day is done.
So I see it.

Arise underground
And through the storm.
What we’ve done.

On hyperspeed, I’m ready to descend.

Holy water - sweet and sour,
Flowing to the sea of fire.

So I see
Clearly now.
Through the storm
What we’ve done.

No Love awaits.

You justified
Crucified
Terrified
Rationalized
Your love away.


Pour me some Holy Water
While I catch my breath.