Dishonesty Smote the Sky

Bleeding darkness
From the feathers of the fallen
You must have bled them dry
Seeping shadows forever squandered
In the blink of his eye

Silence sooths the broken man
When ever the sun falls down
I can take you there
Just pass the word around

Etching stones is set to be your deliverance
Pile them two bones high
And write the madness of the skies
Where the gardens dredged their goodbye

Fucking lashed and swallowed whole
Lost in your benevolence
Thrashing deep in waters red
Best left for dead