The Angel With The Broken Wings

Raw
Like the machines
Cold slick metal, relentless eyes; they feel nothing
Dealing death at the hands of innocence is just a pretense
Cold sharp blades; a razor wire fence

Gaffer taped until the heart is begged to beat
In the throes of a heartache, a soul, claiming defeat

For the show has begun, my friends, lovers, pals
Let's soil our hands with blood's discontent
And forget those unholy vows

Put our thoughts all together, in a tourniquet of trust
Let's tighten it, and put our pressure on the pulse
Let's shove the needle vain deep, and inject the sedation…
Our soul prays to keep

That intoxicating liquid, as amber as your eyes
Begin to melt with your tears and your unheard cries
I'm sorry little sister, I've got game to run…
I've got an AK in the backseat
My adrenaline's as hot as the sun

Those eyes I see are soulless now
The rest of you bleeding
The fever you can't sweat out

I see it now, the fallen grace
I see it now, the wingless race
Where flying isn't fun and games
But the art of survival in this masochistic craze

Watching the patterns in stucco
Don't think I don't see…How your hands pry this paper away…
As you pry yourself away from me

It's like to you, I'm your blood…But a disease
Like a limb that was tacked onto a life…
That you didn't really want or need

I don't think you realize, just how alone I feel
Those crystal methods of perception
That you've perfected into an ideal

While I sit back, and watch you peel
Back to the quick; back to the kill

Back to the toxins, the acid, the blow
Back to the darkness, hood up you go


The mind of a criminal, the face of a goddess
The body of strength and despite what you say…softness
Your embraces are so warm…And I miss them so

I miss my big sister, and the promises she broke
I miss the way we'd share our dreams and how you loved to sing

And now all I see is the angel…with the broken wings.