From the heritage of Eve
I want to believe
I travel in circles of sorrow
From the pool in which they float
I try to believe
But the cross is a phantom
In the way of the fresh air of truth
Don’t let the world tell you what to believe
Time and memory are not on your side
So when can confession turn to conversion-
Will you let this error slide?
Praise and prayer are all I have to offer
But the cross remains a phantom
In the way of the fresh air of truth
My soul’s in a state of collapse
Who will make it clean
I’m guessing someone who remains unseen
From the heritage of Eve
I sacrifice to fallen angels daily
Cause I don’t know anything
But in my heart is the clear calm of love
Trapped in a world of swirling lusts
Let the light shine on my face
I want to believe
Set me free
From the heritage of Eve