Reflect my heart, I saw an angel in a noose But the barb wire, it was sort of loose With a stillborn cherub in her arms and how she held She wasn't cut, she wore a necklace of her bruise The pearls of pain that she put to use Bruise, bruise, bruise, bruise, bruise With a stillborn cherub in her arms and how she held The little thorn to keep her warned With a stillborn cherub in her arms and how she held Love is a nail Always too late When you're impaled The pain of that The rope of trust Hangs you till more And when it's still Until you're dead Until you're dead Until you're dead Until you're dead Until you're dead