In these halls I wept as great deceivers bow and lose the head. Your time the corpse and mine the earthly shroud. Topside of this crooked life it's all just dirt.
I was born to cover up your scent. The muck of life on the back of death. To fail each other now is to occupy the moments in between our lies. As Judas, I'd single you out and gladly hang. My life has always been one step above the grave.
You created this Christ-like life. You wanted something born to break
Something wrong to save. Held breath in the lungs of hate.
The exhale, the faithless chant, foundations built on sand. Only one set of footsteps in my past
If not myself then no one No God to give me light!
No crutch-shaped cross in my hand. No idols or words of worship from these lips.
No past atonements for my actions.
All I see is you in these eyes: hideous, most precious, and closest to home. The rough side of a polished mask is my true self.
To wear away the shame of lineage in these veins.
I surrender no light in this shit life. I hear your words on dated lies.
You always provoked the best in me by showing me the worst of you.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
