You're the source. 
My disbelief in innocence arise. 
Feel that ghost seducing me. 
Try to reach a hand in that golden circle. 
You are no angel. 
And my heart is more than emptyness. 
In the shadow of myself and 
I sleep under the trees and no one else is sleeping well. 
Burn me tonight. 
Feeling my lies slip away. 
Burn me tonight. 
And kill the demons in me. 
Facing a saint feeling my life slip away. 
Burn me tonight. 
Until I'm disapointed. 
Burn me tonight and kill the demons in me. 
I disbelief in the summer in pearl lake. 
I'm the pine float. 
And now you're falling apart from me. 
You are no angel!!!