You're the source.

My disbelief in innocence arise.

Feel that ghost seducing me.

Try to reach a hand in that golden circle.

You are no angel. And my heart is more than emptyness.

In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees

and no one else is sleeping well.

Burn me tonight. Feeling my lies slip away.

Burn me tonight.

And kill the demons in me.

Facing a saint feeling my life slip away.

Burn me tonight.

Until I'm disapointed.

Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me.

I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake.

I'm the pine float.

And now you're falling apart from me.

You are no angel!!!