Feed on me
I've nothing left to give
You haven't stolen
I've read your books and your incantations
Between the lines of your epithet
Where would you write me in?
Beneath your robe wears a foul resentment
Bearing a king now bastardized
Struck down from a marble sky and I'm never coming back
You and I are not the same
(I wish I wasn't good enough)
Painted faces in their frame
People believe in you
But they only see what they want to see
Drowning a monster in reverie
I am lost to shadow
You are what the saints call beautiful
Blood, sweat, tears
As my body is withered and raw
Blood, sweat, tears
And you walk your nights afraid
Blood, sweat, tears
You will feel me in the corner of your eyes
And relive your last mistake
Everything comes easy
When your life is loved by everyone
And all I ever wanted
Was to feel like I was loved by someone
Break my heart
Collecting all the pieces as they shiver and go
And everyone will know
The call of a mockingbird
As it echoes the scream out loud
Bury a hero's shroud
Beneath an empty pyre
Pray to every god that you can keep me
Silently unresigned before the truth
You're hiding in your shell
You and I are not the same
(I wish I wasn't good enough)
Painted faces in their frame
People believe in you
But they only see what they want to see
Drowning a monster in reverie
I am lost to shadow
You are what the saints call beautiful
You and I are not the same
Painted faces in their frame
People believe in you
But they only see what they want to see
Drowning a monster in reverie
I am lost to shadow
You are what the saints call beautiful
I am what the devil calls beautiful
(I wish I wasn't good enough) Beautiful
They only see what they want to see
Drowning a monster in reverie
I am lost to shadow
You are what the saints call beautiful
You are what the saints call beautiful
Beautiful
You are what the saints call beautiful