Loathe

Loathe - White Hot

I'm under surface
Towers veiled in silk
I guess I'm not welcome
In this house they built

Under surface
(Under surface)
Towering veiled in silk
I know I'm not welcome
In this house

A naked soul blissfully dancing in the wind
Immersing in ecstasy
No wondering

A sense my body finds
Feelings and thoughts align
Enough to find
A sense, our bodies' crime

Colours swirl
Tonight, I walk in rhythm
A shift in me
Soon you'll see
Our colours swirl in rhythm