If you sing the blues I'll pave the way for you Your Medusa stranger On the stone you must engrave your lie But its been so long Since I touched your face And with the beauty gone And with a mask you've been faking But I give my gaze to you But its been so long Since I saw your face And with the beauty gone And with a mask you been faking Gentle words don't come without pressure Pestilence You're draining me down Through the middle of an ancient crown The revelry is laying down There's the riddle Of satan's plowman