Soft Lyrics

Damn those evil eyes

Where will they go when you're done

Tired of old disguises

How can you rest when your work's done

Save the spells so polite

I control this outcome

Climb the stake as you like

Two could stand and you want none

I may have gone soft

I was burning

For something mine

Beware I hear you in this

Quiet new

Still life

I've shaped old fears into forms

More real than the real ones

Don't hang on me your strange thoughts

Weightless is what I become

I may have gone soft

I was burning

For something mine

Beware I hear you in this

Quiet new

Still life

I've shaped old fears into forms

More real than the real ones

Don't hang on me your strange thoughts

Weightless is what I become