Lyrics

Evil creeps to me in drones, ever demented in the clouds
Put your shining light to rest with you tonight and burn

Creeping like a lover’s scorn, Touching clouds with witches’ tongue
When you want to see then you want to be it

And you want to be your god and you know that it is oversized, overloved, overdone and lost control

Selling love for bags of gold, your heart is filthy like your soul
Put your shining light to rest with you tonight

And you want to be your god and you know that it is oversized, overloved, overdone and lost control