My certainty is death,
my passion is life,
my pain: the brevity of life,
my desire: intensity of life.

I sailed high and far away,
floating aimlessly in the burning blaze,
bashed about by the burly wind,
dreading the dark to come,
clinging to my fading sun,
longing for the land I lost,
the love I killed,
the pain,
the cost.

I know the day will come again,
the calm, the still, the warmth, the earth.
I know my heart will rest again,
the joy, the peace, time will amend.

But I know the dark and the fear and the dread,
and the turmoil, and the rage wedged here in my head.

Tonight in my soul I wage,
my lonely war,
in my sky cage.

Space,
Satin skin on black lace.

She smells like a dream
and tastes like reality,
but all i find is space.

Let it slide,
let it glide,
open wide
and let it hide,
let it fade
into the haze,
let it be,
let it be.
let it go
on it's own-
never seek,
never know.
never feel,
never see
what it's like
to befriend me.

I told her I cared
she went pale and scared...
So I told her I lied
and she broke down and cried.

I tried to be a friend
and jealousy consumed her...
so I tried to be her lover
and she found comfort with another.

I asked her to go
and she didn't want to know...
so I asked her to stay,
now she's going away.

My Semiramis.
I used to dwell in the light realm,
I tried to leave but now not even the darkness will take me.
I live somewhere in a mist realm.

My Bathsheba,
I left glory to come find you,
but just like in the light realm,
you still insist on hiding yourself behind your icy walls.

My Delilah,
one night with you broke me forever.
Your sickness has weakened my soul.

My Jezebel,
in my dreams i always look for your passionate black eyes.
Its dumb and illogical my obsession with you,
you destroy me.

My Diana,
I remember when my life was peace and control,
but you seduced me into turmoil and war.

My death trap,
why do i want you so?

Tearing up the road,
I used to have eternity
but now death lurks over me like a hungry animal-
that's why I'm tearing up the road.

There's so much left to see,
there is so much left to be,
I used to be an identity
but now I fulfill the role of my top 100 hollywood dreams.

It used to be siesta on a stream,
floating on cream,
but now it's terminal velocity and the ground is rushing towards me and no matter how hard i flap my wings it seems i still cant use them to fly me out of this beautiful hell hole.