Paroles de Dying in your hands again

Crystal wall. avarice.
Prone on sod in profusion
I'm missing you. misbelief.
Theatrics of delusion.
I mesmerized by own rave
I persuaded that it is true
My sanguine sap evaporates
But i for ever dote on you

No demons, no lions,
I'm dying in your hands again

Verdict done. execute.
Put me at the pillory
I_m missing you. i've got due
I and me... and memory