Necker Cube Songtext
von Saintseneca

Ah, Make me a believe
Make me a believe
Make me a believer
Ah, Make me un-believe
Make me un-believe
Make me un-believe her
Ah
Make me a believe
Make me a believe
Make me a believer

Ours is a fruitless labour
Base and benign
Laid to the waste endeavours
Red on the rind
Our in this listless pasture
Seeds in the sun
Dream of a forest fire
We will become


Ah, make me a believe
Make me a believe
Make me a believer
Ah, make me un-believe
Make me un-believe
Make me un-believe her
Ah
Make me a believe
Make me a believe
Make me a believer

On to the yawning chasm
Bleached by the dark
When obsolescence has them
Visions depart
Yours an unwieldly welcome
Prickled and obtuse
To wary to wear it out
To smooth it with use

Ah, make me a believe
Make me a believe
Make me a believer
Ah, make me un-believe
Make me un-believe
Make me un-believe her
Ah
Make me a believe
Make me a believe
Make me a believer