when candles and incense are not enough
to dispel the death i die every day
when an alter cloth over my wounds
cannot stop the bleeding
nor still my pain
. . . i'd scale razors' sharpest light
to see how it came to be this way
that the sinking in my head becomes
the death i die. . .
when figurines twinkle as they crash to the floor
and the diamonds crumble when there are no more
when my body lingers at the killing site
gather the sharpest stones for the chosen one
. . . i'd gather razors of sharpest light
to see how it came to be this way
that the sinking in my head becomes
the death i die. . .
fire and wine and burning eyes
bring me to this crazy fear
fire and wine and burning lies
live the master of my tears
for when the hour has broken us
we shall wonder - wonder who it was
and how it came to be this way
the death i die every fucking day
and when the demons of my mind
come to claw for table scraps tonight
i shall kill them one by one
and feed their corpses to the sun