Green Cave Float

I am the fountainstorm from a black heart I am the desert of redemption I soar on dead wings of sin I am pre-nun with a cracked virginity The arrows of my direction... failed to hit me * [The arrows of moderation failed to hit me] ** But the ones who came with fear and hate Kissed me. Deep. Long. And HARD. The rose that smelled... [And those who spelled DEATH are SO ready] Pale as skin and the cheeks of jewish fairytales [Paler skin than the sheets of jewish fairytales] *** Is sold upon every soul and body of life - LIFE?! [Is sown upon every soul and body of life] And I wonder! Who sees desolation Through my eyes, hopes and visions [Through my eyes, holds the vision] And makes love to it