Woorden: Rotting Christ. After Dark I Feel.

it's all the same
so dull so plain
I need the spark the flame
to drag me out my insane, of my insane

only you and me
face to fate
come and lead me
to another place

a circle is my mind
a triangle is my soul
I move only behind
I must be reborn as a whole

only you and me
face to face
come and lead me
to another place
where I can taste
the black of purity

nothing more
nothing less
escape or seek a caress
after dark I feel
I smell the pain
I revive and heal
and this is my gain

it calls me near you
some cosmic will
I want to hold you
the lust to feel

it's all the same
so dull, so plain
I need the spark, the flame
to drag me out of my insane, of my insane