Vanden Plas
Kiss Of Death
I show you the way
welcome to the dominion
of coloured fields
the colors I'm crying
to secrets they're drying
and now that I see
the fields of hope
descended from the tears
they always show the meadow
of the seers
I can be the hand
a medium to scan any mind delusion
I am just a passenger in a patient flood
on my paper walls
old pigmentations of dreams
and my feather will
delineate any new empire
the fields of hope are painted
by the tears
they always show the garden
of the seers
Kiss Of Death
I show you the way
welcome to the dominion
of coloured fields
the colors I'm crying
to secrets they're drying
and now that I see
the fields of hope
descended from the tears
they always show the meadow
of the seers
I can be the hand
a medium to scan any mind delusion
I am just a passenger in a patient flood
on my paper walls
old pigmentations of dreams
and my feather will
delineate any new empire
the fields of hope are painted
by the tears
they always show the garden
of the seers