| Sense the purity of your own mind child |
| Such an innocence not yet caught by judging eyes |
| Don’t touch me, little seed 'cause I’ll betray you |
| If you follow me, you’ll never see |
| Trough a crack in the wall |
| You watch the world nearly paralyzed |
| By this glimpse of tomorrow |
| And a glimpse is all you’ll get |
| Wherever you fly cause you’ll go blind |
| The moment you reach down |
| On your way you’ll start wonder |
| Where the ocean meets the sand |
| On your way you’ll feel that heaven’s |
| Slipping slow through your hand |
| Sweet lavender can’t remember |
| What it felt like running trough the rye |
| In the heat of her breath my life seems worthwhile |
| When she swallows my soul I can hear the conch' hymn |
| And I can watch myself moaning, sweating, climbing |
| Penetrating my prime with a smile |
| Fill my needs, give me eternal |
| Redemption, call my name |
| With a sense of pride, when I break through |
| She’s the medium, I need to find my way home |
| She’s my intermediary to everlasting youth |
| But I can’t find myself in the depths of her bliss |
| Is it me, is it her or the world we’re living in? |
| Heal my wounds, bring me eternal salvation |
| Call my name with a sense of pride |
| Don’t make me now |
| All I gained non-electric redemption |
| She is not what she used to be before I fell |
| Tell me why, why she’s crying? Beseeching |
| Call her name with a sense of pride as you go down |
| There’s no purity left to save my soul from his cavalcade |
| And no strength to carry on, don’t touch me |
| Little seed 'cause I’ll betray you if you follow me |
| You’ll never see there’s a heaven in your hand, child |
| There’s a place, I’m dying to hide you |
| Poor lavender, cold but tender |
| Life could only teach you how to cry |
| In these rooms a plaintive whisper fills the air |
| On these walls I crucify my self to hail you |
| Right now the time is ripe for change |
| The time is ripe for change |
| Pierce my body, drink my tears and my blood |
| Come, be one with me through it’s getting dark |
| I can see the light through I’m getting weaker |
| I still feel I’m alive |
| Show me the way follow me in |
| To heaven or hell, truth our faint illusion |
| I need you, I need your eyes |