Saturday, October 8, 2011

Bring the Angel of Death

There are those who watch
With wisdom they know
Our folly, the endless wars
The scars of living,
We've become shallow, hollow
The Whore of Babylon called us
And we joined in
We bled our innocence
And consumed our iniquity
Cry worthless tears
Our shame of the sin
The lack of repentance
We give back the gift
Of life
In exchange for the pleasures
Of the flesh
I called the Angel of Death
For my life was over
I couldn't find the answer
My sins covered it
With a sort of cancer
That burns
My guilt rises
My being dies
The Angel of Death is waiting
And I will kiss his lips
To save me from