Nymphetamine (Live in Paris) Song Lyrics

Led to the river midsummer, I wave
A "V" of black swans on, with hope, to the grave
And through red September, with skies fire-paved
I begged you appear like a thorn for the holy ones

Cold was my soul and untold was the pain
I faced when you left me a rose in the rain
So I swore to the razor that never enchained

Would your dark nails of faith be pushed through my veins again
Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon come above unto me?

For once upon a time, from the binds of your lowliness
I could always find the right slot for your sacred key
Six feet deep is the incision
In my heart, that barless prison
Discolors all with tunnel vision