Quintessence

Devil got me again tonight
Turning things inside out
Taking away all my cofidence
And replacing it with drought

I was born in oblivion
And everyday since i've been hunted
I betrayed myself counterfeit
Had the self control of a puppet

There is a battle of darkness
In my soldiered skull
I have died enough deaths
That i believe i'm immortal

I had sold my last rites
And pawned eveything I became
For one minute of glory
And two minutes of fame

So I'm headed out to the wild west
Thirsting for the laws of the wilderness
I am a saint, disguised as a painted knaive
Looking for some belief

I don't feel
Like compromising tonight
I'm not looking for any shooting stars
No fresh coloured saviors
Who deny me to make me starve

I'm trying to learn
The songs of redemption
As I swim in soaked venom looking for my love
With the sailor's thirst
I cross the cemetaries of my soul
Nursed by the diseased scorpions...