Alexander Cromwell - Galatea Lyrics

My Galatea don't care about no one else
(And you know, you know, and you know I can't stop myself)
(And you know, you know, and you know I can't stop myself)

My Galatea don't care about no one else
(And you know, you know, and you know I can't help myself)
(And you know, you know, and you know I can't help myself)

Your sins don't impress me
Your game isn't played
My wounds don't need tending
We're here to dominate

Your sins don't impress me
Your game isn't played
My wounds don't need tending
We're here to dominate with hate

There's not enough blood in my mouth
Not enough dreams in my doubt
Not enough rain in this drought
Not enough themes to sing about

There's not enough care to repair
Not enough wear in the tear
Not enough rare in the dare
How many affairs can you bear?

The wolves are at your door
The wolves are at your door
The wolves are at your door
The wolves are at your door

Nevermore