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