A Star Called Wormwood - A Temple Of Seven Gates lyrics

She does it well She gets us up Brings us closer to drifting away Reminds us of our mother Perfect like no other For which we've suffocated lovers For they were the women That failed to replicate The woman we failed to appreciate And we're still the lonely souls Our mother failed to initiate I'm going home with the girl Who takes her clothes off for money (unless you know What you're looking for The words in this space Won't mean a thing to you) And we're drawn into her And painted into corners With vacant eyes She simulates our mother The woman we failed to appreciate She'll raise her arms to god Then bring her palms to the floor And brilliant revelation to all And an opening for our minds to explore I'm saving the soul of a girl Who takes her clothes off for me And our mother couldn't understand What we needed her to be So we're left holding this who*e so high But not as high as she is Or needs to be To be what we need To get us up To get us off I'm losing my soul saving a girl Who takes her clothes off for me Come close Let me cut the ties that bind you And blow through all the illusions That blind you