I’m blinded by the separate difference because you are holding my hope at hostage
A dagger or a crucifix – this is the blood of Eden and Peter Gabriel sings it oh so suggestively
My veins are bleeding and I just want to decipher between – have I been good only to result in bad
You need to make up your stereotypically religious mind
These men and women do not know which way to go anymore, for they whisper, shaken inside by mild mannered, preposterously Arcadia priests
Yes, they don’t take credit.. Only gold
And they know it
