I fall from salvation’s hands,
Is this what I have become,
A slave to dark eyes,
Perfection, perfection rise

Drowning, angles holding me down,
Calling, screaming silent words,
Bleeding, from lifeless wounds,
Trapped within where I stand

Set the heart aflame and watch it burn,
A bitter requiem for wretched hope,
In remembrance to what has been lost,
Agony fires burn through the walls of perseverance

Sinking ever deeper into this mire,
Above me your pure light taunting,
So near to rapture, too close to failure,
The mind sees what the heart cannot

Set the soul aflame and watch it burn,
A bitter requiem for wretched hope,
In remembrance to what has been lost,
Agony fires burn through the walls of perseverance

A numbing weakness sent forth into the seed of the heart,
A grave has been dug, six feet under paradise,
In it I lie, waiting for the dust to consume me,
To merge with the eternal grey of emptiness,
Beckoning salvation, in dark eyes I am lost,
Wake me for the sunrise; I’ll perish with the dusk