The Medusa

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
Listen for noises
To give you away
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
Sanctuary
I need a place where I can feel

"It's like we're all locked up in little cages.
The ceiling is closing in.
And the walls...
It's like walls are closing in.
Can't you feel that?"

I will turn my eyes away
I will not turn into stone
No
More
Accuasations 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 eyes are the blinding line of fire to where I stand
Her love is as cold as her desire and I'll never be free