Anathema Device. The Severing Of Tithes. Negate Me. Zeneszám

You?re the rush that runs through my veins
You?re the high, sublime, so fine, without the pain.
You?re the pinnacle I live for, with a strange restraint I?ll ignore.
Help me please. I can?t believe.
I don?t know who I?ll be when you leave.

You create me. And I plead
Don?t desecrate me.
You relate me to what I feel
And you negate me when I conceal.

When I look, sometimes you hide.
Your capricious conspirings can show me what?s inside
You?re the craft that spouts from my hand.
You?re my elusive enigma. I just can?t understand.

Please show me the way
To make a great mess today.

You create me. And I plead
Don?t desecrate me.
You relate me to what I feel
And you negate me when I conceal