(Holmes/Mackintosh)



I speak of people whose game is disguise

The myth of flavour appears with no sign



Cause I see it coming, like a long lost friend

A temple of rubble, the low and blind betray

Inane, the pleasures that leave a sorry state

Youre told of treasures, indulgence cannot wait



But wait for tomorrow and steal some sanity

Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to repay them

back

As I now fall... fall into deprivation

Fall... fallen theres till tomorrow

Love hides the things youll never know



A lack of reason that makes a mortal man

Untold the reason, the past where it began



Cause I see horror, horror to think about

Insane thoughts are borrowed, unable to reapy them

back

As I see the blood, blood on the hands of reason

Blood, bloody the hands that lead me

Love for the ones you cannot know