T.H.C. Lyrics


Gold, I'm sailing seas of gold

cold, my blood runs cold

Faith, ignorance's bitchy maid

faith is what from I escape

I'm blind, so I can't see your signs

I'm high so I don't care

Beware, this time I make the rules

Enjoy, here we're all fools

Take my hand

in this flow

Free yourself

Let you go

Altered

states of mind

I close my eyes

without be blind

You're in my head

I don't let you go