Conspiratory Visions of Gomorrah

Sorrow is back in your eyes Pulling us to the depth We could have lasted like planets But your weight dragged us both to our death They've been sober around you And I truly believed it'll suffice But you're an addict for torture And the sorrow is back. Back in your eyes The minor sonatas of Beethoven Roll through your hips But the words you are aching to sing Are glued to your lips They've been burning the wrongly accused While you silently dance But your beauty was such That they all gladly stood in line for the chance The amber around you Has stiffened your thought and your limb You're a fossil of love A relic, an echoing hymn The purity that once you delivered Dissolved into sand Lot has escaped and is dancing But you're hardly able to stand You won't work off your debt Til you strip to your heart and your bone The love that was once in your veins Will dry into stone The mist and the fog Will densen themselves to a wall And you'll finally sing But I wont be there to hear your call