Unholy lies on the lids of my eyes.
You're walking on water. I’ll admit, was a nice disguise.
I want so much more than this life. So much more than you have to offer.
You watch as we starve and you plead for salvation.
You laugh as we mourn. I’ll never understand the fixation.
Part the sea and you’re adorned. Superstitious rock star. Jesus Christ is born.
You’re glowing at the palms and you demand devotion. God is the razor and you are the crimson. You’re flowing from veins.
The darkened skies above you, raining down bloodshed tears.
An illusion the rest of us will remember for years.
Your ominous glow can not grow dull. You watch as we weep.
You’re glowing at the palms and you demand devotion. God is the razor and you are the crimson. You’re flowing from veins.
Your ominous glow has not grown dull. You watch as we weep.