Whispers "it's all in her head"
From behind my back...

A palace built from the skin of dying angels
Red feathers falling down...

The king that’s bound upon the throne
Won’t be getting beauty sleep...

I’ve been waiting here a long time
Almost twenty summer suns...

I have spent too much of myself
Lamenting the passing of angels...

In the dark doth slither and claw
A hungry servant with open maw...

This tunnel so dark
I can't see the end...

I will never walk like you
I don’t need any forgiveness...

I wish I could and if I would
I’d make this go away...

Can't live, Can't seem to breathe
It's dark what people believe...

This knifes bin there for me
In times of need unlike you...

In the afternoon in silence
In the place where I was born...