Mark Pritchard - The Blinds Cage lyrics

Amongst the many different people and the many different places where do I stand in the eyes amongst the many different faces as a stranger peering like a spy into a window not recognising who is staring back at the face for sorrow has always played its part well as a thorn in my memory I cast my eyes in the direction of heavens attention for an answer ? for a look of sad reign Ironically reflecting a heart turned black ..midnight Once the body betrayed me, became a relic of its former self Since our birth we saw we die, as difficult to confront as it's impossible to avoid For fear is no longer an option My time grows scarse and as of now My saga in life has come to an end I besieged the heavens to clench my desire and release me from the sentence since my births incarceration It is as if I am bound by some oath to the confines of the flesh becoming more of a shackle than release a vessel that once provided pleasure now knows no boundaries of pain inclined in a diagonal point of view taken from the bed of my final rest past the bedpost I see it glowing at me and like a mine she just restored me using the motion to interpret the words speaking alanguage knowing that I will fail to understand intrigued I havenothing better to do than lie here and watch wanting desperately to rise myself from this prison clearly her features emerged from some burried memory once hexed by a lover long lost and stepping into focus a long last the certainity of d**h daunts upon me to bring the end the end of the nightmare of a life I've had never did I doubt in existence of the beyond and I embrace my faith with glee powerless I fall victim to its persuasions held as though I had no weight, she peeled away all my inhibitions like an orange not looking at who I was but what she could make me tearing into me like unwrapping gift of the flesh as each thrust of her tongue savours the warmth of my being drawing me near like a child towards mothers bosom her face was a beauty I feared would disappear if I turned deeply her jaws clamped around mine seductively drawing a life of me into a spectrum of the deepest black hovering eye sealed by the letter forever asleep a weary consciousness used to distinguish dream from reality vanquished the line that divide slumber from d**h hold a breath of the movement of lungs felt frozen as life giving sap of blood cuts its current to the veins the moment the soul drifts from the body to crumble like unmoisturised clay the presence of disembodied essence is like stepping into an elevator shaft