Fields Of The Nephilim

Tempted white eyes
Blinded by the night
Hollow like the towers
On the inside
Laura's a machine
She's burning insane
Laura's a machine
For a menace in disguise
Behold this night
The four walls are furnished
Now she's alive
No one ever helped poor Laura
She's rabin in ecstacy
She's on the line to cut it all
She's on the line to drop or fall She's
on the line,
Line to fall