Lyrics: Vane Lily
Music: Vane Lily
Bittersweet memories
Reform an amalgam of loyalty
Curses cast in the name of spite
Leave scars, unspoken, through the dying night
Generations come and go
Yet tears stay frozen through melted snow
Leave your baggage with the dead
But be sure not to lose your head
Through the pews of an old, rustic room
Echo memories from before the womb
(Dios te salve, Maria)
Carving scars beneath a truth
Could you say, in a way, it's a game
Of rewriting pain in distorted hues
(Dios te salve, Maria)
Searching for a holy view
Obscure the parts within your heart
An apostolic work of art
You know that it's the only way to
Run away, run away
See through the superficial fluff
Laced with a sacrificial snuff
You know that it's the only way to
Run away, run away
(Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Bleeding through the rubble
(Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Scared Of causing trouble
(Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Knowing that the house of God
Was built upon the martyr's claws
But, even with the days she couldn't ever run away
Aching for the storybook ending she yearned for
Rereading every page trapped in a melancholic daze
Still praying
Oh, Lord, please tell them that I say
I need a family there for me, ah
This decapitated apathy
As the cycle takes my head
I live as a lamb for the lucidly damned
Still losing my grip from this body
They all point and laugh, but can you be mad?
I'm just not the way that they want me
I'm running from time, but really, I'm fine
I'm not gonna lie, I'm pissed that
God made me this way in a morbid exchange
Of theatrics and heavenly fate
Obscure the damage in your heart
A vitriolic work of art
You know that it's the only way to
Hide away, hide away
See through the superficial fluff
Laced with a sacrificial snuff
You know that it's the only way to
Hide away, hide away
(Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Bleeding through the rubble
(Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Scared Of causing trouble
(Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha)
Knowing that the house of God
Was built upon the martyr's claws
I wish you loved me in a way that didn't hurt
I wish you knew me more than the parts of me you burned
I know you're all trying to change, so it pains me to say how I've given up
I've found solace in feeling stuck
But, even with the days things never ever seem to change
Done waiting for that storybook ending I yearned for
Tearing out every page while cursing out a daemon's name
Still praying
Oh, Lord, please hear me when I say
That, even with the days she couldn't ever run away
Aching for the childish ending she yearned for
Rereading every page trapped in a melancholic daze
Still praying
Oh, God, I'm begging them to say
We’ll be the family that you need, ah
This decapitated agony
As the cycle takes my head
Generations come and go
Yet tears stay frozen through melted snow
Leave your baggage with the dead
But be sure not to lose your head