Oh how those angels cast such imposing figures
With their hands firmly on the triggers pressed up against your head?
One more word, babe, and it’s forever
How could the created ever give voice unto their creator
Holy, but not so whole he still waits to annihilate you
Messenger adopt the pose and feel the skin rip from your bones
He always leaves the heart exposed, he’ll always leave the heart
How aimless is this fervor, bullet holes won’t make you a martyr
Or have you never heard?
Your frailty just cost you forever

You almost sold me on the things you were
As beauty desiring desirer
You almost sold me on the pain you knew
Until [bad word] inflicted, infected you

How tight your grip on the arm of the ghost you talk to
While in your eyes shines a painful virtue sent down from him on high
It wasn’t you that he chose to speak through
But still the betrayed endeavor to pay respect to their traitor
Holy, but not so whole they still beg to believe [bad word] Messengers adopt the pose and peel the skin right from your bones
They always leave the heart exposed, they’ll always leave the heart
Dead from the invocation, [bad word] names for your incantations
And prophecies untold
proper end to your conversation

You’ll never take my heart, and you will never take my soul
You’ll never kill the fire that burns far brighter than you know
You’ll never take my heart and you will never take my soul
The flame that destroys the cold

There is no absolution, there is no forgiveness