Haunted - The Medusa - GTP табы

She is a saint 


Her womb is a place of rejection 


She washes her perfect skin quietly 


and hates me for being real 


Kill the lights and listen for noises to give you away 


Sanctuary 


I need a place where I can feel... 


John James Hewitt (1931-1969) The Orchard: "It feels like we're all locked up in little cages" 


"The ceiling is closing in, and the walls... 


The walls are closing in - Can't you feel that?" 


I will turn my eyes away 


I will not turn into stone 


No more accusations and lies 


She's spreading her self 


Flesh giving way to flesh 


I watch her bones 


I'm being eaten alive 


Remove the eyes 


Remove the eyes 


Remove intentions and kill the lights 


Her love is a blinding line of fire to where I stand 


Her love is as cold as her desire 


I'll never be free