Demonize the devil in me
By way of wicked men - with their wicked tongues clacking.
I don't mind - chastise.
Taste my lips - they burn from the running...
I'VE TOUCHED THE SUN ON HIGH
AND TORE MY MIND AS I FELL FROM THE SKY;
I'VE BURNED MY TONGUE IN THIRST OF PEACE...
LIKE A HORRID BOLT FROM THE BLUE
I GUILD THE LILY AND FIND NOTHING IN YOU,
SO I WASH MY HANDS SO CLEAN OF THIS...
Lay me down - cast a sun shadow,
Let me blind my gaze - on you, you jackdaw widow.
The waking hours - have slowed.
Breathe it in - for your embrace has become a garrote...
I'VE TOUCHED THE SUN ON HIGH
AND TORE MY MIND AS I FELL FROM THE SKY;
I'VE BURNED MY TONGUE IN THIRST OF PEACE...
LIKE A HORRID BOLT FROM THE BLUE
I GUILD THE LILY AND FIND NOTHING IN YOU,
SO I WASH MY HANDS SO CLEAN OF THIS...
The crescendo to your revenge has fallen on deaf ears
For in the fullness of time, all will mean nothing.
Your kind, I've learned off pat through these fruitless years -
But I've got it in the neck for conducting this symphony
I'VE TOUCHED THE SUN ON HIGH
AND TORE MY MIND AS I FELL FROM THE SKY;
I'VE BURNED MY TONGUE IN THIRST OF PEACE...
LIKE A HORRID BOLT FROM THE BLUE
I GUILD THE LILY AND FIND NOTHING IN YOU,
SO I WASH MY HANDS SO CLEAN OF THIS...
SO CLEAN OF THIS...