The Possessed

When her hair was hanging low, red like fire on smoking altars
where love is wagered and tossed on the table
bets thrown to a ruthless world

between the devil and the deep blue sea, every heartache following me
calm clouds and a fine nerve-meter
how long can the heartache before it bursts?

trampling idols, I fat a sacrifice, then I suddenly fall from grace
now look at me out feeding monsters who just want to cut off
the head of their father

between the devil and the deep blue sea, every heartache following me
calm clouds and a fine nerve-meter
how long can the heart ache before it bursts?

clinging to the last shred of the torn illusion,
the wind flew around like someone insane
murder envy domination had always been the game

between the devil and the deep blue sea, every heartache following me
calm clouds and a fine nerve-meter
how long can the heart ache before it bursts?



Credits
Writer(s): Robert James Fuller
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