spare me the sacrilege this play had brought upon us lay in my dying hour it feels like I'm falling, falling flying, tripping this crown of kings this bloody halo
번역: 정신병 왈츠. 가시 할로.
The halo of innocents brought upon a crown of thorns of depression, Beauty masks an angel's intentions to kill, Baring the cross of hope, Losing all
dust off And I'll watch the bones in your back like the stations of the cross 'Round your hair the sun lifts a halo, at your lips a crown of thorns Whatever
(willcox) I cannot sleep The saint in me eludes me This man is not what I think He is a halo of thorns, Spear in his side Coaxing me to earth A parachute
within us We should have been So much more by now Too dead inside To even know the guilt Waning ring-deep a halo of thorns Sips now down in The sheets
ancients all hope of Abraham Send you to the sacred land To change form, the daunting rituals that leave you scorned Crown of thorns adorns the unborn
Nazarene My cup runneth over... Each Nazarene I kill Is one thorn more In the crown of their false saviour A king foresworn in a halo of flies Prostrate
Open pages to me Did I let you down? Did I let you down? 'Cause I want you to be Open pages for me And I count the rings around your heart Wearing halos with those thorns
I recycle my consciousness This is just a note For any action or lack thereof there's a consequence [Illogic] Wingless angels Stroll a top shapeless cottonballs With halos
Oh my God They've got angels sweatin' like Helots workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts my figure eight knotted lifeline defined
limelight till that rookie boogie graduated hostile. NowA the vehicle is grandeur and it veered over the median the second my halo ran outta helium. Demoted to thorn
So hide your broken halo from me You can't shake it The fear, the voice, the tremble The bittersweet melody is deafening So hide your broken halo from
I got eyes in the back of my head Oh, your halo's turnin' red Foolin' around, knockin' me off my cloud They're talking about your mischievous ways Boy
to be the biggest job I forget Tone of silence rings the violence like a halo resting On the horns. Make the angels so pathetic with their cybernetic Crown of thorns
? A wide eyed suicide drive remains a fake As if you'd ever, ever go and make the same mistake Strung out as the night comes crawlin' Your halo of thorns
girl to a woman of the world The night I let you hang my wings upon your horns You hung my wings upon your horns And turned my halo into thorns And
