Sacrilege

[Music: Bergholtz, Dinsdale] [Lyrics: Dinsdale, Svensson] As he wandered in silverly halls among silent marbles, Enigmatic sculptures each with different tales to tell, He touched their hard faces yet soft Like the mist over a sleeping sea Their beau

Through innocent minds the knife guides in, Cutting the lifeline to sanity, Replacing lives with possessions and greed, Like blind children we search frantically. Our hands claw the air for peace and light, But were offered dust blackness and rage. A

Fallen for a guy, fell down from the sky Halo round his head Feathers in a bed In our bed, in our bed (2x) It's sacrilege, sacrilege, sacrilege, you say (4x) Asked if i will try To leave this all behind Halo round his head Burning in a bed In our bed