tornfrommyheart

What of the knights in shining armor?
Or the sacrifices made?
The wishing well was poisoned
And the miracle was dead
So wear the crown of thorns
To weep silently these tears of blood
This is a facade
Sweet fracture that breaks our silence
Bury them miles beyond the lies
Where serpents sing salvation
Turn your backs to revelation
The sounds of static turn demonic
Demand detriment
Defy sentiment
The beast has two backs
Do stab at your own will
Only shoot to kill
Burn in the flames
If only to know true passion