Seldon:
Torn apart inside. Dark coloured lies over flesh hues and tones
Blood soaked, broken bones.
Tear through the sky like a knife
Try to close my eyes from the wrong kind of light
I can taste the memory. Down they went: Better that way
Screams in my head. Blood soaked, lying dead!
Drawn by the scent of a flower. The sweetest of thoughts turning sour
Spinning in my head - Fatal decisions
Spinning in my head - Misguiding visions
Tear through the sky like a knife.
Try to close my eyes...my eyes!
I won't fall for your traps. I won't crawl for your mercy
I won't lay down and die. Won't beg. Won't cry!
Fables and fantasies. Filling my thoughts with justifications
Stories and prophecies. Leading me on to violent aggression
Smiles and promises. Thoughtless signs. Hollow intentions
Circled by enemies. Waiting to catch me. Keen to attack me!
Drowning in the lights - Too many faces
Drowning in the lights - Smothered in hatred
Spinning in my head - Fatal decisions
Spinning in my head - Misguiding visions
Are calling to me. Calling to me!
Watson:
With Seldon gone, we turned towards home. For a moment, outlined against the full moon, I saw the figure of a man on the Tor. Who could this be?
Torn apart inside. Dark coloured lies over flesh hues and tones
Blood soaked, broken bones.
Tear through the sky like a knife
Try to close my eyes from the wrong kind of light
I can taste the memory. Down they went: Better that way
Screams in my head. Blood soaked, lying dead!
Drawn by the scent of a flower. The sweetest of thoughts turning sour
Spinning in my head - Fatal decisions
Spinning in my head - Misguiding visions
Tear through the sky like a knife.
Try to close my eyes...my eyes!
I won't fall for your traps. I won't crawl for your mercy
I won't lay down and die. Won't beg. Won't cry!
Fables and fantasies. Filling my thoughts with justifications
Stories and prophecies. Leading me on to violent aggression
Smiles and promises. Thoughtless signs. Hollow intentions
Circled by enemies. Waiting to catch me. Keen to attack me!
Drowning in the lights - Too many faces
Drowning in the lights - Smothered in hatred
Spinning in my head - Fatal decisions
Spinning in my head - Misguiding visions
Are calling to me. Calling to me!
Watson:
With Seldon gone, we turned towards home. For a moment, outlined against the full moon, I saw the figure of a man on the Tor. Who could this be?