Intoxicate

We all long for a sanctuary
Bricks are not enough
Not today, not for me.
The voice beneath the skin
Is more than just a friend
Yet uncensored, somehow dangerous.

What is this we seek
Why is the pain better than the existence.

Is there nothing pure,
Lest it springs forth as a flood.
Seek out your inner sanctum

And read between the lines,
There you will find a reaching truth
Shall carry you.

I feel despair pining for my fragile spirit.
Am I searching for what was never lost.
In order to see we must first believe.
In order to see we must first believe.

What is this we seek
Why is the pain better than the existence?

What is the one tenth you'd stay alive for?
(You ask) Am I looking for a savior? Or
Am I looking just to be saved?