Anima (not for sale)

I'm not for sale
I'm not for sale
I'm not for hire

Meet the lake
Meet the lake
Among the fire

Close your eyes
Don't exhaust to
Drop the mortal tear

Love your faith
Belly blessed blood
Flows into the fear

Laugh and drink
Drink and laugh
Are you for hire

The circle, the things you want to say
You're so weird you not even see the day
Like a blossom you'll drift away

I'm not for sale
I'm not for sale
I like the gas

That creepy soul
That creepy soul
That thee possess

So clear you say
More clear you say
I do deny

The theological life
You lead I
Ask you why ?

Think and cry
Weep and think
Do you confess ?

The angel in the sky, the things that you wish to moan
You're so weird lady in the nightgown
Like a raindrop you'll fall down