If you take the gloved hand
If you touch rotting skin
Can I see you?
If your soul is tainted, while my own remains pure
Can I feel you? The sun shines over the golden hilltop upon which you stand
Will its rays wash your soul of all wrong-doings?
When the glowing beauty of the angels is created demonically
Will the past become unraveled?
It's a cosmic unwinding of the cycles of a life you refuse to let go of
Spinning into the broken future of uncertainty
Hide in the darkness, and hold onto your uncertain past
The midnight riches, will enrobe you, and destroy your sanity
If your reach for the cold sun
Is interrupted by the fiery clouds
Will your soul remain on this lonely earth?
If the kindness, of the god you worship doubtfully
Is a falsity, what will become of the darkness you live within?
The sun shines under a horizon of evil
You are just another guilty innocent receiving punishment
Into the world where your beauty is useless, say the words you're afraid to say
If you speak them truthfully you will say goodbye to the world of dreams