Texty: Lords Of The New Church. I Never Believed.

(Bator/James)
I searched through all my possessions
You were no longer one of them
Cried out your name in both and fear
But only silence would answer me
Chorus
I never believed it coudl happen
Sometimes heaven helps the wicked
Controls the demons from which we can't defend
Lonely I misdirect my horror

You've really left me, this time it's not pretend
Chorus
I turn to catch a dying shadow
Your faded image a-haunting me
I slash my eyes out in a Bunuel mood
I cannot see you in someone else's dream