Creaturesque Lyrics - Singles - Neglected Fields

There's a distance long between your craving lips 

And inspiration chalice 

Whose wine like fever, never ending everlasting heat 

Eternity vanished 

Gather days to make them sands 

Falling from your feeble hands 

Thought's like views of nothingness 

Malice leaves through broken glass 

Follows the glass 

Rid your eyes of control 

Take a naught, a chaos 

Perfect clay to sculpt from 

Here comes creative passions play 

Desire, warm of, a carrion of might 

Another string bizarre of violin of mine 

Creative serpent burst, the universal urge so fervid 

See the man's becoming Demiurge 

Dawn of the force, the perisher fails 

Skin forebodes a driven nail 

That's a power tempting wise man 

And lending colors to the moon 

Granting orchid it's charm and splendor 

Soon it comes, the light itself 

Seems to be not of this Earth 

Not of this Earth 

Rid your eyes of control 

Take a naught, a chaos 

Perfect clay to sculpt from 

Here comes creative passions play