BEN CHRISTO

So I betrayed my life for silver,
The Goddess is to blame,
Her glittering italics draw under Lethean waves.
"There's nothing more than this,"
She whispers; I start to fall…
The coma in her kiss is as deep as the ocean floor.

And I've been given the chance,
Given the choice,
But she's always stronger.
Given the chance, given the choice,
I can't break away from her.

And now I'm overwhelmed by devils:
The Goddess and her thieves,
I'm carried by the undertow into her cemetery.
Beneath the vinyl hiss
the serpents of desire crawl,
Ten thousand-metre kiss:
Fallen prey to her scarlet jaws.

And I've been given the chance,
Given the choice,
But I can't look into her eyes.
Given the chance,
Given the choice,
But I can't look into its eyes.

So I betrayed my life for silver,
The Goddess is to blame,
She got in many years ago –
And that can never change.

Was it a joke?
He'll play the past again,
Deny the thing he's become.
Stutter and choke,
Into the glass again,
A final kiss to no-one.

And when the night-time unfurls,
He'll close his eyes and whisper the words:
"Is there still life to die for?"

He gave his heart,
He gave his soul,
Was it for nothing?
Still life to die for?
He played the part,
He took the fall,
Was it for nothing?

Colour of cold,
She'll flicker out of grace,
Forget the song she's begun.
Was it foretold?
She cries the ink again,
The silent wish of no-one.

And when the night-time unfurls,
She'll close her eyes and whisper the words,
And when the night time unfurls,
She'll close her eyes and scream out the words:
"Is there still life to die for?"

She gave her heart,
She gave her soul,
Was it for nothing?
Still life to die for?
She played the part,
She took the fall,
Was it for nothing?

Is there still life to die for?
Betray your heart,
Betray your soul
It's all for nothing.
Still life to die for?
Erase your heart,
Erase your soul,
Embrace the nothing.
Betray your heart...
(Close your eyes tonight and whisper...)

The desperation and lies,
A slow fading disguise,
And words are so contrived.
Drawn out in tragic filigree
Learning the syntax of grief,
Forgot what daylight used to mean.

I can't reach the life before.

Sorrow,
My darkest star; the one I follow: Sorrow.

All those meanings set in stone
You thought couldn't erode,
Worn-out years ago.
This jagged language of the crash,
Voices shatter like glass,
Just fragments of the past.

I can't reach the life before.

Sorrow,
My darkest star; the one I follow: Sorrow,
Dead constellation of tomorrow, Sorrow.

So she fell to the floor,
A shape of regret,
And woke the dead again.
Through the hours that creep,
Clutching at sleep,
She couldn't face the night.

Lost in hindsight,
Drowned in daylight,
But now it's time for her to rise - to live again.

Now we'll never let go,
We'll be holding on,
Holding on for something,
We always know,
Holding on,
Holding onto holding on.

Barricaded the door,
In silhouette,
He woke the dead again.
To the hours beneath,
Stuttered like grief,
He couldn't face the night.

Lost in hindsight,
Caught in his fight,
But now it's time for him to rise - to live again.

Deadlight incoming,
Breathe in the monochrome.
Straight lines that mean nothing,
But I dream of the unknown.
'Cause I can't face the day
When all the silver starts to fade to grey. Oh, and I know that...

If you kill my demons I might die, too.
Kill my demons and kill the truth.

Headlights oncoming,
Cry out, illuminate.
White lines that shine nothing,
But the hours give-way.
And I can't face the day
When all the silver starts to fade to grey. Oh, and I know that...

If you kill my demons I might die, too
Kill my demons and kill the truth.