for the 7th time that night.

So true the fabrication felt,

it’s best when I don’t try.

8 thousand reasons to change the way

I am …

There’s no room for me in Heaven,

and I love being damned …

I kiss corpses on the cheek,

with stillborn prayers in bed.

I think, as screams berate my dreams,

I must have been born dead.

A million times I’ve cried and you

have heard …

I’m crying wolf to an earless god,

as my eyes begin to burn …

(chorus)

You say: “No one knows you’re devastated.

You let your angels go …”

“You sold your soul for sin’s libation,

You let your angels go …”

You say: “You’re not so evil, but

You let your angels go.”

You say: “You could taste redemption,

My slowly dying flesh.

No heart pulling life along …

I’ve carrion for breath.

And soon I’ll die for the thousandth time

this year …

And when the rigor mortis takes me,

not even you will hear …