Dirt brown burden

Feathered folly
Your white wings wont save you
Halo above your head
Is tilted
Foul creature
So spread those white wings
To discover the dirt
Covered in the filth
Of belief
Of sin and cast stones

And scrub
Scrub with prayer
Your dirt brown burden
No heaven for the dirty angel

Scrub wings
Til they turn red
And raw from effort
But now you are one

Of the red and black
The bleeding
So descend chaotic angel
Your place is not there

It is here
Where you must now scrub
Filthy belief away
Watch your halo burn

Ah how the tables do turn.