| I self destruct, panicked dreams and violence skies in a lonely bed
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| I lie in, ooh please instruct
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| All alone aside for my image
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| The deepest wings I drown
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| I feel like a fool, like a mad man fighting cancer
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| I feel my abuse, a drug addled victim
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| I understand him
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| Somehow I’ll be there, in the flames of my own failure
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| Somehow I’ll find you
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| Stranger we become
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| Through the gates of iron sin
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| When I chase you down to hell
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| Would I give up everything for
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| Stranger we become
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| Through the gates of iron sin
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| When I chase you down to hell
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| Would I give up everything for love?
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| I self destruct, silence of the anger and I laughed alone
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| I feel like a fool, like a mad man fighting demons
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| Pigs and effigies
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| I feel my abuse, a drug addled nothing, I understand him
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| Somehow I’ll find you in the flames of my own failure
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| Somehow I’ll be there
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| Stranger we become
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| Through the gates of iron sin
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| When I chase you down to hell
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| Would I give up everything for
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| Stranger we become
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| Through the gates of iron sin
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| When I chase you down to hell
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| Would I give up everything for love?
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| Make me strange, where the angels burn
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| Take me away, I’d give up anything
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| Make me strange, where the angels burn
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| Take me away, I give up anything for you
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| I stood at the gates of Heaven and spat into the face of Saint Peter
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| And told him to fuck himself
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| That was a laugh, that place Heaven
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| Will never exist for me as long as you’re not there standing by my side
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| I can dwell on the confusion of my experience
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| But I can try to live all days in anguish
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| Either option, I lose, if I wanna return to the sunshine and the living
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| I must cross an ocean of hate to get there
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| And a culture of enormous sorrow stands in my way
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| But you’re worth and enduring the worst of life’s creations
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| Your love, your forgiveness and tender touch
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| I would set myself on fire a thousand times for just five more minutes
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| Of your magnificence against my skin
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| I’m unfocused, I don’t want people to like me
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| Nothing matters except dying a thousand deaths
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| For receiving the simple pleasure of holding you one more time
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| I don’t have a clue how to find you
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| But I know that somewhere in the sunlight of the spirit
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| You’re there guiding me home to your bosom
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| We really are just made of iron and bone
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| Held together with weak skin and easy-to-open veins
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| We’ve been created from dust only to live and love
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| And get shoved back into the dirt
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| My beloved, I don’t have any idea how I’m going to find you but I will
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| Somehow, in the smiling grace of our ancestors
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| And with every ounce of energy in my bones
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| I will find you, all my love, all my love, all my love |