The Angels

She lit a candle in my chest
Said, "Child, you bleed like all the rest."
But her hands were thorns, and her lips were wine
She baptized me in turpentine

Hallelujah in a house of smoke
I was born again, and the altar broke
With black honey running down my throat

It all felt so familiar...

I sang like a sinner, as the words were dancing
"Take this soul I stole
And make it mine...
Make it whole."

I stitched my shadow to the floor
Every step I take, I drag it more
There's a hole in time
There's blood in the well
And the choir's fallen silent
Both in heaven and in hell

(Sing with me)

I saw an angel, drunk on shame
Crying out God's forgotten name
And I screamed it back with a holy roar
But I don't hear him anymore..

He screamed of cities made of ash
Of high silver towers built to crash
And oceans dragging empires down
As the soul of men turns dark.

A hallelujah stitched from smoke
Where angels sleep and spirits choke
Black honey bloomed all down my spine
I wept like a sinner, but the sound... felt divine

Ashes fall like snow on stone
And now I know

I am never...
I am never alone