Bless the Martyr and Kiss the Child

Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare. In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open the grave. Murder. Now you're doing the waltz with your murderer. Waltz around the room, with a glaze in your stare. In your tuxedo suit. I'll give it a name. Lower defenses. I'll lower the casket. Open the door. Open the grave. Mediocrity is the killer.

You find yourself helpless. Christ is not a fashion, fleeting away. Fashion…

He laid emeralds in her eyes, oh but i'd already tried. A bracelet made of gold and scarlet thread around her wrist. And everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs. Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss. and we painted crooked lies but we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined, we know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief we know before but it's never quite like this. Never quite like this. All i know now is regret, it follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind me, but has nothing to say except to innocently ask, a voice as delicate as glass, "Do you see me when we pass?" But i continue on my way.

Staring at the world through the hole you put in my hand. That was caused by a blade you gently inserted. I did this for you, I did this for you, not for your religion, not for your patterns. I did this for you. I did this for a man like you. Stop searching and find Me. I am stabbed by grace and slinging blood. I’m slinging blood.

It feels so good up to my skin.
One more mile and it is sinking in.
I’ve tried to make mine a tree.
And not have so much of me.
God has stolen my heart.
So I’ll write it down.
I’ll write it down.
My God has stolen up my heart.
And I’ll write it down, I’ll write it down.
I consume myself with invisible things.
Escape.
Congratulations.
(gradulations) This is my escape.
A pen and a book.
And if the world can see what I got, well then lets have a good look.
Because this is my escape, a pen and one book.
And if the world can see what I got, well then lets all have a good look.
A fortunate one.

Run far away from what you have created.
You have created this drama.
Dancing around the truth.
My God rain down power.
My God rain down fire.
War.
With these diamonds you cut your throat.
Code red.
Cut throar victim.
The outside looks so good.
It is so simple and yet they don't find.
It is so simple and yet they don't mind.
They tradegy is the ignorance behing the clean casket.
On the outside they look so good.
They are walking to wall street in a straight jacket.

White tie, black jacket.
I ain't see you in a while.
Your whites shine, black velvet.
I ain't seen you in a while.
You're slick, a slick and polished mess.
I ain't seen you in a while.
Lets just face the fact and get back to the basic form.