The Open Breach

Understand, the weight of your words
Some may fade away and some will to last
And they dig, haunting my peace of mind
You'd might become my fallen idol
A God repressed by a man now atheist and grey
What I've found is just unreality
Unwilling to comply with what you say
A stroke with iron hand
Alone I stand
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion
It stole my breath and got me beat
Died again that very day I left without a trace
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond
Died again that very day I left without a trace
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands
Could curtains fall on both our thin eyes
Staring at the shade that darkened that night
And a fear started to grow inside
I'd might become a wandering raven
I know the tears that flow and the meanings inside
Reading signs, playing the strings of fate
Unwilling to comply with what you say
A stroke with iron hand
Alone I stand
And what I heard that night, that crucifixion
It stole my breath and got me beat
Died again that very day I left without a trace
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond
Died again that very day I left without a trace
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands
Died again that very day I left without a trace
On the edge that separates the sanity from what's beyond
Died again that very day I left without a trace
An open breach, a leak that is bleeding desire
An open breach, a man with a thorn in his hands
A man with a thorn in his hands