Stone Temple Pilots - Naked Sunday lyrics

Is that what I seem to see a conceit,

An insight in occurrences to ascertain the sun

Father knowledge, lead my way...

The beauty of the constitution

Begets a craving for the search

The doctrine is bewitched

By the whispering of... god?

"Follow your spirit to infinity."

Release my lungs from breath

Banish the holy vow I made

Robbed vitality

Vaporous nature, scowling eyes...

Mortem peragrare

On and on, into voodoo-cult.

Living through the new born pain

Of time and history

Dimensions burn their hateful signs

On my defenceless skin.

The voice I obeyed unsuspecting

Belongs to death himself

Woeful cries, shrouded in secrecy.

I will feel the frost again,

There's no end but endless pain;

Darkness, show me your disguise

Omnipresent sin.

Father, honour's lost its worth

Being is a lie;

Segment of unconscious fear

Father... widespread black you'll find

As you pulse, again and again

In the different hells

In the myriads

Of your mind

Pulse...

Bury my soul in the ash of the candles you light.