THE RAPE OF SUICIDE

I will fly from the arms of the mourning star
To the savaged horizons of ravaged scars

On the crux of demonic choirs
When the skies are alight
With the departed fires

I live hard like the heart of a Judas goat
And rest easy like the wisp of winter’s ghost

O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned

You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart

You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away

I walk through cemeteries of yesterday
And mummer all my curses among the graves

Damn this chrysalis of thirteen
Angels alight with faith
War with my infernal machine

This charnel house smells of moldering incense
As faltering hearts flutter with suspense

O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned

You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart

You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away

for all those that languish among the fallen
like summer leaves forsaken by Autumn
abandoned by the gods of sacrifice
Because I got a date

WITH THE RAPE OF SUICIDE

O dear Lord, O dear Lord
Betwixt the celebrators and the mourned
O dark Lord, O dark Lord
Cleaved through the heart of the scorned

You’ve never lived
If you’ve ever loved
A false idol within your heart

You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away
You never told me that eternity could hurt like this
I reach for the heavens that spitefully threw my heart away