| Broken Crown { L e p r o s y o f t h e S o u l } |
| With every beat of my heart Every pulse in my veins I can feel the nails Piercing through. Keep your prayers, I'll hear no more. Already am I cold and dead. Instead send me a bullet hole To drain the screams from inside my head. You can be my Virgin whore, Follow me, the earth shall quake. Crucified After all this time, After all I've Broken for you; My blood and tears Were never enough And so you cast your stones And name me a Martyr, Imprison me in your book of lies And turn me into the Plague of Intuition. I will shred the Renaissance, I will break your will, I will not have any part of it Except as a scapegoat To drown your fires of imagination. Believe in me, I will tear you down And the flies Will breed inside Your open sores. My eyes are filled with ash And my tool of destruction Is the womb of my immortality. My name, a blessing and a curse, Meaningless and empty As the words you put in my mouth. Like sand they melt to glass, So near my burning heart, I swallow all the pieces And upon my voice you hear the scars. |