Tristania - Scarling

A cue for seconds spent on Earth A clue - for what it's worth Though time you borrow, steal or buy The pool of fuel runs dry There's no sound - just the smell of smoke Your muse - your fuse - your own You'll love that scent until you choke You're free but feel disowned Curse all the colours Go white - fear blue Kill all your scarlings Before they kill you A mighty fortress is your lord He'll care until he won't And all your prayers and all your praise Will do until they don't It's the reason for every sin The clever blew it It's the difference you feel within The devil knew it So why keep tasting Why keep wasting Why keep waiting - for no one