Tortured Anguish
Drink the fountains of the earth, let them harvest in your veins
Let the memory succumb, have the mountains keep you sane
The heart and soul went lost in the bleeding of the sun
The blood is all I taste and the spirit of the one
Make me want a life of trust, make me want to fall right in
Make the passion overcome all the evil that's within
Have it thrown inside the womb and be dumped on the moon
Unless, unless it's deep inside of you
Deep inside of you
CHORUS:
Make me, break me
reduce me to dust and shape me
Choose me, lose me,
give me hope and abuse me
Take me, let the passion be your guide
till you can resist to look inside
The desert is the field, the hunger is the game
The thirst is all you know, but the voice is not the same
Everything is pure, what we fear is gone
The good is what prevails, the battle has been won
Battle has been won
CHORUS
BRIDGE:
Let the beauty move you
Let the passion be your ...
Let the spirit guide you out
out into the light of love
CHORUS
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