Cry you tears of mournful disgrace,
cry you tears, mother I have fallen from grace.
Oh dear god, have I lost you?
Oh dear god, hear my cries,
save me from the endless night.
I fell so soundlessly, all life ripped from my body,
My wings lit by my own burning hate.
This monotonous ticking is inside my head
all these clocks mocking me,
marking every day closer to death.
I have wasted so much time on the shore,
looking at the sands of my past.
Forgive me father I have fallen from grace.
Forgive me father I have forgotten your face.
I no longer can smile with the weight of all this pain,
My eyes are heavy with despair,
and my lugs labor but find no air.
these scars are telling tales I had never dreamed,
and I'm crawling through the words
in a desperate endeavor
to find a break in this turbulent weather.
The sea has risen above my head,
and I can count myself among the dead.
Sink or swim.
the grinning man with his broken prophecy's...
begins to grin...
My skin crawls with just the thought,
in my solitary grave I have begun to rot.
I need your saving grace,
the stones I bear upon my back
have become so overwhelming.
I am on my knees praying with these hands of serpents.
