oh to be deaf, if only
a priest of the rite too
but i am yet The forgiver
my love is your river
i wont eat your liver
as your soul i deliver
where its due

in my secret life, im lonely
out of the light im blue
i rise to the weaver
a naked believer
with passion and fever
a soul for the reaver
where even ur lies are true

u saw me, almost had me, inside my head
while i rose beyond my fear
forever, i held on to never, with evil in bed
always singing, seldom seen
going nowhere just to be and

catch me in the rye u phony
i have a job for u
write me a play, deciever
lie with me true, my leaver
ishtar will have u concieve her
and slaughter her griever
who gave her heart to u