Prelude Lyrics - Embodyment

Let the hands fall to the floor 

Allow these pupils to see organs 

A telescopic view is almost arousing 

No more holiness in denial 

The trojan army is just a farce 

Reality is two weeks in waiting 

I'm not sure 

If we're on the same page 

Habitual weakness stains the past 

Desire rolls over and waits for spring 

I'm not sure 

If we're on the same page 

Your eyes are lusting 

My hands are tied 

Your mind conditioned 

My heart has changed 

I'm not sure 

If we're on the same page