The death of cool
the loss of pretense
tear the mask from my face
rip my soul from its place
the birth of a fool
I’ll do anything to be here no matter what the cost
I know that I am lost
give me some time and you’ll see
shiva’s dance-to destroy and create
at once we’re gone, now it’s too late
I’ll say to you, all things I’ll do if you will just tell me the truth
shiva’s dance-of life and death
it’s much too late-take your last breath
I give you mine-to save your soul
just please don’t go
I need you now
do you know what’s in my mind
do you know what I can find
talk to me please I need to know
My dear you tease or should I just go.