Holy Mother

Ice in the morning
Melting wilder from the sunlight
Ice in the evening
Freezes traces of the moonlight
You feel a pressure building pleasure
In your own right
But they couldn't repair
And it wouldn't be fair
My destination is.. my destination is alright
You build a fever
Trying not to loose your eyesight
And in the clouds
There is a place you call your own... right
My destination is.. my destination is alright
My destination is.. my destination is alright
Sleep a war away
And wake to breathe the acid rain
But they couldn't repair
And it wouldn't be fair