There′s a scar upon my heart
The wine of desire in my veins
You thought that you were smart
To lock me up in golden chains
But I suffer from the heat of passion
And in death I’ll posses you at last
Guide me back across the lake
For you shall drink bitter tears
You got to give me a break
Remember all those happy years
When you were jealous of a memory
That made you a prisoner of the past
I am but a God without a soul
Who spends his life on the dole
And I′m losing control
See where the Lord will lead me
Walk with my head between the clouds
As if I were a refugee
Fleeing away from the madding crowds
Beauty’s but a curse, but as long as
I can worship you I’ll kiss the day
Yours is the face I long for
Your wet lips satisfy my thirst
When I take you on a cold floor
I always want it to be the worst
There′s no more shame in me,
This is the binding tie and here forever I′ll stay
I am but a God without a soul
Who spends his life on the dole
And I’m losing control
Bless the power that moves me into utter desolation
In the black embrace of loneliness I′ll cry out for your damnation
And if love cannot drown the truth, well it can never win
In the blistering desert, this wilderness of sin
The fury of the sun will put my mind on fire
And turn reason into madness
I am but a God without a soul
Who spends his life on the dole
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Frank Hermans Lyrics – A God Without a Soul