Wanton Webs

Wanton Webs

My heart's an empty canvas
That my master painted black
And I could pay the good lord what I owe
But he'll never take me back
For my lifes the rotten apple
That made sweet love to Eve
And the devil made Adam watch me just to force him to believe
Cause without a taste for vengeance in the tongue of man's first seed
They'd never know the forgiveness of the wine on which they feed

My fingers are the wanton webs that God himself did weave
Over the mouths of the undead to catch the tears they grieve
And those tears they are my manna like the dew upon the grass
That keeps me fed but starving until
My hunger comes to pass
But it's a thousand years times a thousand years my skin as thin as bone
My throats an arid desert and my song the bell atones
I will walk and wander as the child of love and sin
Never to know the comfort of my mother's breast again

There are days of dark depression where my burden seems a curse
Til I accept that if I had a soul my fate would be much worse
I'm not entangled in the human hair who's roots will soon decay
The color fades like the light in their eyes to a morbid shade of grey
The worms that eat their flesh and turn it back to dust
Serve my crown and bow down to drink my blood that's turned to rust
On the day thats been decided before the tick of time
The gods will bestow me my reward and I'll be allowed to die