Caliban - Sycamore Dreams

You're the source
My disbelief in innocence arise
Feel that gosth seducing me
Try to reach a hand in that golden circle
You are no angel
And my heart is more than emptyness
In the shadow of myself and I sleep under the trees
and no one else is sleeping well
Burn me tonight
Feeing my lies slip away
Burn me tonight
And kill the demos in me
Facing a saint feeling my life slip away
Burn me tonight
Until I'm disapointed
Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me
I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake
I'm the pine float
And now you're falling apart from me
You are no angel