Stigmata A Dead Rose Wails For Light
Welcome to my sickest delusion I can't decide; Is this
salvation or sacrifice?
We all run and we hide but the memories reminisce
suicide
This bleeding soul is lost in an unmarked grave,
wretched for father time
I know that no martred saviour will ever come to save
me from my phlight
No more fear, No more pain
No more faith to hold in ransom
No more fear, No more shame
No more faith to hold in ransom
Candles burn on winter fields as roses bloom and
chariots chases the light
Angels hover in mud and filth; some demons can never be
exercized
I've turned the other cheek to sycophants and fools too
many times
The salt of the world never raped these eyes - walk on
water to test the tide
No more fear, No more pain
No more faith to hold in ransom
No more fear, No more rage
No more faith to hold in ransom
Candles burn on winter fields as roses bloom and
chariots chases the light
The salt of the world never raped these eyes - walk on
water to test the tide
No more fear, No more pain
No more faith to hold in ransom
No more fear, No more hate
No more faith to hold in ransom
A dead rose wails for light
Blossomed, reincarnated, divine
A dead rose wails for light
No more fear, No more pain
No more faith to hold in ransom
No more fear, No more hate
No more faith to hold in ransom
A dead rose wails for light
Blossomed, reincarnated, divine
A dead rose wails for light
Walk on water to test the tide
A dead rose wails for light
Blossomed, reincarnated, divine
A dead rose wails for light
Walk on water to test the tide
