| I make myself a bed of angel’s wings and crawl inside to warm my face and
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| reptile skin
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| Crippled and limping at the torture of a thousand blades
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| My reign below the surface sheltered in the shade of all my sins
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| I denied catharsia at every turn, and these hateful wounds just will not scab
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| When will my heart find peace, put my soul at ease, these cuts never heal
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| When will I get to be freed from this waking nightmare, irony as I no longer
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| dream
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| I look to the sky for the answers I was promised and once again I stand denied
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| I beg for my nightfall, oh when is it my turn to sleep among the dead
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| Put my soul at ease, shed this battered corpse, feel the light they see
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| I run these claws along my broken skin. |
| I feel the fading warmth of the blood
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| once found within
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| Agony. |
| One more sun but I do not rise, another day I choose to sleep
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| I keep the minutes carved in my side but even now I do not weep
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| How I long to feel just anything, my eyes adjust again to see
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| My own prison built in self defense, now it protects my love from me
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| How much further can you fall from hell?
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| The leather wings unfold as destiny is told, and so sets the sun
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| It cracks and falls away, the soul loses its weight and shadows replace the
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| blood
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| Lay in the dark, lay in the mud watching the sky, lay in the cold
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| Lay in the street as the rain sings us to sleep
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| Lay in the cold |