Check out the lines limiting your conversation.
Words are heavy and awkward, they confine you
Follow your body curves, so supple and flowing.
The cycles of nature have no lines.

Maybe soon you'll see beyond the fear and desire.
You'll need an effigy to get you out of this mire.
Go through it deeper and higher.

Oh my God. What have I done?
What is this thing that I now have begun?
This cycled path begets the wrath of my desire.

The rhythm of flame is simple
With no hesitation, soothing.
This beautiful, dancing demon blinds you.
Just like the autumn leaves
Everything withering leaves seeds.
Every apocalypse brings life.

Maybe soon you'll see that every saint is a liar.
Welcoming death will free you from the fear and desire.
Go through it deeper and higher.

Oh my God. What have I done?
What is this thing that I now have become?
This cycled path begets the wrath of my desire.

Words by Matt Tiegler
c 2000 Tigsounds Music (ASCAP)