Lyrics: Vane Lily/Jamie Paige
Music: Vane Lily
Going in blind in a high
Hands are tied, can you find
The northern star behind this nihilism?
Fatalist lies, still benign, show a sign
Would you pry?
Enshrined and streamline
Under your eyes
Do you find sick joy in acting all coy?
As the lights entwine to classify and reignite
Idolistic prayers echo with an empty stare
A false prophet's nightmare
Underneath Epione's eyes
You made your vow 'neath Gethsemane's light
Through a pious veil and a reverent gaze
Your face stayed blank as you soared into a haze
God plays everything in our sights
O virtuoso, weaving the night
God plays everything in our sights
Would you bless my wilted feathers?
Set them alight
Kisses minted in silver, love
No wine left untasted, no song left unsung
Trick the styx through a sinful minuet and
Watch the sunlight melt right through you
Golden idol split in two
Angels drawn by the break of dawn
Take gentle faith and a cryptic wraith
Their stakes are played in a ricochet
And when they break it's too little, too late
Angels drawn by the break of dawn
Take desperate faith and a wicked wraith
With feathers robbed from a rotting God
You write your wrongs with your bloodied maw, yet
Underneath Epione's eyes
You made your vow 'neath Gethsemane's light
Through a pious veil and a reverent gaze
Your face stayed blank as you soared into a haze
Underneath Apate's guise
You changed your vow 'neath Gethsemane's knife
With a bloodlet dove in a wired bouquet
Your face stayed blank as you tore into your prey
God plays everything in our sights
O virtuoso, weaving the night
God plays everything in our sights
Would you pluck my wilted feathers?
Make them divine
Kisses minted in silver, love
No wine left untasted, no song left unsung
Unrepentant, a cruel Iscariot, and
Watch the sunlight melt right through you
Golden idol split in two
Laugh from dusk to dawn
Play your disconcerted pawn
A sick display of awe
While you think you're higher than a God
Weld your wings just like a fraud
Embracing your facade
God plays everything in our sights
O virtuoso, weaving the night
God plays everything in our sights
Would you bless my wilted feathers?
Set them alight
A divination leaves me in candlelight
Maybe it's ire, maybe it's spite
I wanna **** your vanity, **** my pride
As my rotten set of feathers
Melds to your spine
Kisses tainted with venom, love
Voices soft as thunder, compulsions cruel as God
Burst asunder, a vain Iscariot and
Watch the sunlight melt right through you
Golden idol split in two
Hey, watch the moon
It's midnight soon, so
I think it's time we bid adieu