The Fallen

I am the saint sho fell from grace all your children love to hate my face.
My broken wings and busted head I never felt so all alone before never felt this fuckin dead.
The wicked righetous son I know I'm not the only one, to live with blood stained hands.
Long ago I came undone hate the man I have become, I have no strength to stand.
My reflection I hate to see the mirror is what makes me scream.
Crucifiy they cry put to death the evil things.
Tear another heart out wear another crown, all the slaves to fuckin blind to see their bowing down.
Is this life of mine senteced with no appeal maybe in another life joy is something real.
My skin again is shedding another layer peels.
To scared to face what lies inside time it will reveal.
Aimlessly I wander endlessly I roam noone in sight to call my father no place to call my home.
Freeze inside fake a smile gaze an empty stare.
Lost inside this life of mine God was never there.
There's no answers to these questions no mirror with a good reflection noone who really cares.