Faith And The Muse

The Silver Circle

Faith And The Muse


Come to life my deviltry   Possess this poor company
Our secret be benefit   Their unhappy lack of it
Awaken my trusting friend   My undisturbed reflection
So fluid your beauty   All gears and teeth

Come Alive

Come to life my second skin   To protect the madness locked within
Yet I know a place where we can touch in tongues
Though words did betray us   Did bury our past   Cry blasphemy
Cancer masters instinct   Sad passive release

Come Alive

Take my dear ones   The use of this spell may serve too well
Our mouth is our chalice   Our tongue our sword
And truth holds a dozen doors   One thrown open wide shall yield one more
Yet mystery remains above their eyes

Come Alive