Metamorphine — Lunarsea

Say a word And savior will come Say a word And the morphine will calm

Outside those men Want to dip themselves into temptation Avoiding them

Substance renders all new Lust and greed determine Condition of misery

Instead of love My suicide arrives to God

Deep inside me It grips me and substance reveals

You're a slave of metamorphine Slave of your truth

Half metaphor And half morphine But the divine Ear has found shelter somewhere

Hesitating mouth Solitude is all I ask for There is nothing For me here

From the wound of hairshine A religious rationality That make me A blind devout

Ascension in an imaginary Belief seasonal Roaming like A pagan is destiny Killing for a reign Called Utopia Canonical effigies Thrown in the mud of indifference Recovered by Blood and torture

Say a word And savior will come Say a word And the morphine will calm

Outside those men Want to dip themselves into temptations Avoiding them

One figure lives, one faith of fire One zeal turns upside down me, lower (Show me now the way)

Substance renders all new Lust and greed determine Condition of misery

Instead of love My suicide arrives to God

Deep inside me It grips me and substance reveals

You're a slave of metamorphine Slave of your truth