New
© Lana Lokteff 1999
Photo: Jim Nicholson

Your habitual ritual overcomes you
Your addiction has become your affliction
Inside I know what is real and when you steal...I can only pine...
I can only pine for decline of your twisted mind.

Out of control with nothing to hold,
Yet you dare to remain so very bold!
I am New untouchable to you, without your touch I will do so much.

Drenched in the mire
Eaten by the fire
You know the truth
You know what is real
You made the mistake
So swallow your fate
And watch me, as I create.

I am New untouchable to you, without your touch I will do so much.

Careful for your deeds, they will judge you
Actions by your hand you can transgress
Judgments that you speak, they will bind you
Now I watch you fall as you try to call my name
But you're still the same

Out of control with nothing to hold,
Yet you dare to remain so very bold!
I am New untouchable to you, without your touch I will do so much.