Naked Eve - Puppet Lake

Suppressed desires, pushed below.
Consciousness, manifest, makes a mess,
my mind's a mess.

Talking slowly, I was lonely.

Any time, any place, I see all, but no face.

Drop the dream, the coiling traces contravene.
Fall, reveal, the labyrinth, identity.

Douse the painted candles, The dark room
you're in is
lit by insight's flame, You never talked to
yourself
until our dying day, you never knew what
you had until
ou thew it away.

Now that you understand how it works,
it's over.
Now that you understand.