Snuff Films For Angels

This is the hand upon your throat
This is the tension in your mind
This is a jagged memory
As you're trying to let go

This is a nail in your sole
This is a fracture across time
This is a mirrored prism
Holding on to all its light

This is a wound that will not heal
This is an ache without relief
This is an endless story
Playing out beyond your reach

And you will know your place
Upon this worn out stage
With knowledge of the strings
Hooked into your wings
And if you try to stray
From the lines on the page
We'll see how far you make it this time

This is the understanding
This is what remains
This is the quiet repression
This is the rising shame
This is the judgment and its echoes
Holding you inside their light

And you will know your place
Upon this worn out stage
With knowledge of the strings
Hooked into your wings
And if you try to break
These binds of love and fate
We'll see if your wounds ever heal