Bathsheba Of Seven

Passing through the radio

Time was talking, time was pointless

Time was in a paper bag

My hands are tied

Unity recognizing free fall religion

Plant the seed, watch and grow

Understand

Love hero the dare

Take the shame upon yourself

Dancing in the slow dance flame

Lost hero's to blame

My hands are tied in faith

My body soul sucking

Drown the seed

Watch it slow

Understatement

Love hero to blame

Take the pain all myself

Dancing in the heated flame

Love hero the dare

Don't you think we shall become elated?

Bridging gaps between the sane/insane

Dropping to my knees in the middle of the room

Forcing all the words from my dry sarcastic mouth

Shouting at the demons who stand tall in control

Forcing out the diaries, opening up the journals

All hands are tied

All hands will bind