wandering in a space that drearily hovers before the dawn
I ran a credit check on my soul and everything is gone
it's splattered across the walls and lying in pieces on the floor
empty bottles piled in the corner, I just can't take anymore
in this prison hiding from the venomous poison that love injects
the gurney facing the audience, watching as she carefully dissects
a pretentious mockery of the fallen during a ritual of hypocrisy
bastard son of evil with nothing and the Gods won't even speak to me
so many forms to fill out, so many records to file into an endless abyss
emptied upon that altar showing that there's nothing to really miss
socially distorted by blame still unable to bear the burden alone
only the essence of an Angel bearing love can bring me back home