No usurper to overthrow A supposed throne Nothing of an applause It is not appropriate
All life downward From my spiral It was pathetic denial Some become idols They are fine actors If not confident liars Worshipped by shells Empty, blind and anemic I'm an alcoholic Though I am aware Of the bullshit Spread like a pleague I was never confused
Upon these heights That brought me low I am the silloutte at sunrise, in the gallows.
Lock eyes with a masochist † Swimming in the darkness † Would you take a few timid steps † † With the hand of heaviness? † † †† † † † Dance the way the dead do † † In a casket, in a church † † In a grave for those still breathing † Calling out names and lamenting † † Jesus and Satan, angels silent † † With the innocent repenting † † The heart is a serpant sleeping † † The dying, the non-believer † † The blind follower, cryptkeeper † † The songstress, the forever-sleeper † † † † † † ...