Her Miserable Junction

Wounded souls in damasked cloth of thorns
Isolate this pale regret
Subscribed with poison portions of pain
Each leap of faith remains in vain
Taxi my pride to the wastelands of the unsavory
...Each leap of faith
...Each leap of faith
Chivalry knight dies slowly

Wounded souls in damasked cloth of thorns
Voices of unreason hearten me
Full marked rage bare depressing hope
Harps shattered by towering raged angels
Her Blue core infuse disgust for the sky
...Harps shattered
...Harps shattered
Rinse my heart with the tears from her eyes