She is a saint Her womb is a place of rejection She washes her perfect skin quietly And hates me for being real Kill the lights Listen for noises To give you away Sanctuary Sanctuary Sanctuary I need a place where I can feel "It's like we're all locked up in little cages. The ceiling is closing in. And the walls... It's like walls are closing in. Can't you feel that?" I will turn my eyes away I will not turn into stone No More Accuasations and lies She's spreading her self Flesh giving way to flesh I watch her bones I'm being eaten alive Remove the eyes Remove the eyes Remove intentions and kill the lights Her eyes are the blinding line of fire to where I stand Her love is as cold as her desire and I'll never be free