[Mind over Mind]

Give it death til it comes alive. Give it death. We stare forever at the vivid black sky Laid out across the crimson fields and so we start it all over again. Satisfaction shouts in a glamorous tongues Give it life and trust its deafening eyes Its well is vile, its breathless and cold So give it death til it comes alive. The struggle is imaginary. How much evidence do you need? History is unpredictable It's the future that is absolute And so we start it all over again A quiet weapon for a peaceful kill I've been alive for a thousand years, I couldn't take another day. So give it death til it comes alive. --- [Mind Over Mind] - Norma Jean