Angels chant and bang on drums.
Plaster demons misbehave
With souls that toil in churning soil and somehow can’t be saved
A spark ignites to cut the bone, a flashing, twisting, searing light
A slice of red carved in the flesh on a glowing field of white
Watch the carrion soaked in gas, ready to burn and twist in the flames
Dropping a match with merely a gasp, the sky rocket product of time twisted games
Unleash all the anger that dwells deep within, unravel your darkest desire
While feeling the burn of hard lessons learned and the fate of a man still on fire
Bridging the distance between hope and fear with fingers that point without blame
singing psalms for the dead, the charred, the unspoiled, the god who remembers your name.
The working man stumbles and his hands touch the sun. It burns like a funeral pyre.
But he laughs out loud like he’s ready to die, a fluttering angel on fire
Peel back the skin still seething with hate, past eyes that slither and flicker awake
Burned on the cross in the harsh hands of time, lost in a swift twist of fate
With souls that toil in churning soil and somehow can’t be saved
A spark ignites to cut the bone, a flashing, twisting, searing light
A slice of red carved in the flesh on a glowing field of white
Watch the carrion soaked in gas, ready to burn and twist in the flames
Dropping a match with merely a gasp, the sky rocket product of time twisted games
Unleash all the anger that dwells deep within, unravel your darkest desire
While feeling the burn of hard lessons learned and the fate of a man still on fire
Bridging the distance between hope and fear with fingers that point without blame
singing psalms for the dead, the charred, the unspoiled, the god who remembers your name.
The working man stumbles and his hands touch the sun. It burns like a funeral pyre.
But he laughs out loud like he’s ready to die, a fluttering angel on fire
Peel back the skin still seething with hate, past eyes that slither and flicker awake
Burned on the cross in the harsh hands of time, lost in a swift twist of fate
