FIGHT

Hurt is the state where I live,
Bound by my own imagination,
You see the deeper you go,
The more you know,
The more you feel,
The more you hurt,

If you can't resist curiousity,
You'll get roasted by the fires that wait for you...

What you fight, you become.
So turn away from that which cannot be undone,
Youll leave on a white horse,
You'll steer it into the night,
Don't look back at the demons,
Head straight for the light.

words by: living:stone
from the EP: voyeurism
© livingstonemusic 2007