The Heretic (Woe is Me)
The Huntress watches
Wolf howls
Like mother, like daughter
The apple fell quite near
And while there's truth in the scars
A dire fable is writ in the stars
In the shroud of my ecstasy
I saw the vultures circling
Aren't you lonely?
They whispered
You could use the company
And it all just happened so fast
And I know I wasn't the last
It's a tale as old as time
But couldn't I have been stronger?
As the heretic
As the parasite
Strip me down
Down, down, to my sins
Every inch of pain
Is the half of it
Every hope is forged
In the din
Is it cashmere?
Or is it bankrupt?
Fuck
Is it all the same
In the dark?
At the brick house
Tear it all down
Break
Pull the curtains to the side
See the marks
The music never stops
Am I real? Can this be?
Oh lord, it won't make sense to me
I don't recognize her
Am I so free?
Am I worth the pity?
Could someone still love me?
And it comes in flashes
Echoes dulling in a white light
The apostate burial
As the cavalcade proceeds
The rites are spoken
A funeral for the ego
Well woe is me, I can't deny
Selfish is the heart that shrouds my mind
Well woe is me, my sinful life
Heretic concealed by light
As the heretic
As the parasite
Strip me down
Down, down, to my sins
Every inch of pain
Is the half of it
Every hope is forged
In the din
Is it cashmere?
Or is it bankrupt?
Fuck
Is it all the same
In the dark?
At the brick house
Tear it all down
Break
Pull the curtains to the side
See the marks
Wolf howls
Like mother, like daughter
The apple fell quite near
And while there's truth in the scars
A dire fable is writ in the stars
In the shroud of my ecstasy
I saw the vultures circling
Aren't you lonely?
They whispered
You could use the company
And it all just happened so fast
And I know I wasn't the last
It's a tale as old as time
But couldn't I have been stronger?
As the heretic
As the parasite
Strip me down
Down, down, to my sins
Every inch of pain
Is the half of it
Every hope is forged
In the din
Is it cashmere?
Or is it bankrupt?
Fuck
Is it all the same
In the dark?
At the brick house
Tear it all down
Break
Pull the curtains to the side
See the marks
The music never stops
Am I real? Can this be?
Oh lord, it won't make sense to me
I don't recognize her
Am I so free?
Am I worth the pity?
Could someone still love me?
And it comes in flashes
Echoes dulling in a white light
The apostate burial
As the cavalcade proceeds
The rites are spoken
A funeral for the ego
Well woe is me, I can't deny
Selfish is the heart that shrouds my mind
Well woe is me, my sinful life
Heretic concealed by light
As the heretic
As the parasite
Strip me down
Down, down, to my sins
Every inch of pain
Is the half of it
Every hope is forged
In the din
Is it cashmere?
Or is it bankrupt?
Fuck
Is it all the same
In the dark?
At the brick house
Tear it all down
Break
Pull the curtains to the side
See the marks
Credits
Writer(s): Zelda Lulamoon
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