Gost

Timeless Turmoil

Gost


Lest we seize this torment, lying in your grave
Lost in fear her face it beckons we to be
Lustful romance fighting to be free and clean
Timeless turmoil designed as a lovers wanting gaze

She sees the fear in our hearts
She clings to your faithlessness
She writhes to be here
She dies to be here

And I'm moving within you
You can hear me hissing, I'm right behind you
Peeling layers of desperation out from under you, I'm searing with envy
And I know you can hear me
Yes, I know that you fear me
I'd get down on my knees too if I had any reason to fear thee

Lest we seize this torment, lying in your grave
Lost in fear her face it beckons we to be
Lustful romance fighting to be free and clean
Timeless turmoil designed as a lovers wanting gaze