Is solace a hopeless [bad word]  
The grandeur of a raping plague 
portrait that is best forgotten 
Bed of fire for the dying orphans 
Is there a bridge for the endless mote? 
river for the arid throat? 
sun for the winter flower? 
knight in the weeping hour?

The poison sails on ships with pain my veins have never known 
My eyes have seen the glory of the antidote 

love lifted, the curse has left its birthplace 
Romance me, Ransom me 
love lifted, in paradise remember me  Romance me, Ransom me

The idol that birthed betrayal 
Where eulogies have littered the trail 
song that is sung with a forked tongue
Blackballed by the angels 
And we’re dropping like flies 
An assault to the eyes 
Spraying death in every direction 
This infection’s a torrential tide

Amazing, sweet mercy, romance me, ransom me