I used to dream of the big blue sky
Now I just see no colour of sunrise in your eyes
Disfigured and pure like the demise of Lucifer
I was cold when you found me outside the wake
With the grief on my tongue like a glass snowflake
Forgot my excitement watching this clock
Now I walk in the fields of my paradise lost
How we fall so far from grace?
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I used to dream of escaping here
I would pack all my bags and make big plans to disappear
But now that I'm grown, I just sink like a stone
Through the comfort of gravity
Now I'll drink off this bottle as it drains off of me
If my heart is the thunder
My tears are the sea that will drag me right under
Ten thousand feet to this wasteland of silence
How we fall so far from grace?
And I say.
God don't be kind to me
Take back your liberty
Hang my freedom from this precipice
Just in front of me
Take back your Midas touch
Lord, it won't matter much
If you cast me out I'll just crawl away
It's my prophecy
I used to dream of coming clean
Now I just keep my secrets safe under lock and key
A blanket of ash I am buried beneath broken mirrors
Incomplete
I'm a little boy soldier still learning to fight
As the war passes over this unholy night
Paint the blood on my doorway and pray I survive
But don't tell me not to worship
At this church of loneliness
God don't be kind to me
Take back your liberty
Hang my freedom from this precipice
Just in front of me
Take back your Midas touch
Lord, it won't matter much
If you cast me out I'll just crawl away
It's my prophecy