Obsidian Halo - The Autumn Offering
I thank you for the scars
They are the lines that grace my wrists today
Have you come to collect the heart
Of the ghost you left of me
The purest cloth drapes sinners
Fetid shove of lifeless need
In my heart she lies embedded
But I know she'll never set me free
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed upon me
Now I prayed for a fallen angel
With worn out wings and a vampire's smile
I was sent a broken angel
I'm still alone on this crooked mile
She's beauty and death
Take my last breath
I'd gladly give it away
She's wet on my lips
The scars on my wrists
Inflicted by her misery
So I'll speak in fragments
My daily crucifixion
You can't hold me anymore
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed on me
And you tell me that it's art
And your tears are made of lies lies
Hanging from your halo
Fire burns my blood when I touch you
Your heart bestowed on me
You tell me that it's art
And your tears are made of lies
Your heart bestowed on me
Your heart bestowed on me
You tell me that it's art
And your tears are made of lies
Hanging from your obsidian halo
The problem with the dead
They always come back again
Coking on your obsidian halo
Save your screams for savior scenes
