The Gorgon bites,
The Gorgon likes,
To steal your soul
The Gorgon likes,
The Gorgon strikes,
To turn you to stone
Emotionally, you're masonry
You are so cold
The crumbling towers
Of her powers
Her architecture unfolds.
Her boulevards, her avenues,
Her spinning minarets,
Her gabled grains,
Her marble veins
A stony arabesque
Her moss strewn tomb
Her concrete womb
Archaic but blessed
Her endless maze
A world engraved
By a greater architect
You go in there, to prove you're cool
Now you're stone - so who's the fool?
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
