Steve Vai

Creeping cross the canvas of color, crawling in a cold delight
Bitter sweet perversions, paint their picture cross their precious sky
And its all Ive been searching for
Wretched is the filth, that grinds the holy with its doubt
Embrace its heart and tear it out
chorus:
Reach into the fire, see if you can feel my soul
Burning with desire, to be free from this dirty black hole
Can you bring me liberation? do you know the depth of my obscenities?
Love is lost, love is cold, love is sick, love is dead