I see a presence of meekness in the horizon
Coming closer I feel the eyes on
Me are grim and possessive torches
Lightening and encircling forces
Remorseful, filled with anxiety
Unwilling to see the inevitably
Omissioned mind oh so blind
With fear of separation you bind
Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed
With gluttonous envy you feed
Upon your liars chair you bleed
Envy your malicious deeds
Frail and hollow you crumble at my feet
Attributing the frailty to everyone you meet
Unable and unwilling to make commence
Forcing your frailty on everyone else
Repent or be forever in debt
Unworthy tears you have wept
Hark to the chant of the contempt
Embodied in flesh this is the end
Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed
With gluttonous envy you feed
Upon your liars chair you bleed
Envy your malicious deeds
The blind will bleed
The blind will bleed
Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed
With gluttonous envy you feed
Upon your liars chair you bleed
Envy your malicious creeds