Stitched Eyes
She's dressed in the coat of emptiness
Drowning in sorrow, down on her knees
Inside her mind the labyrinth
She's lost in as the vultures watch her bleed
Waiting for the hands of a dead man
To drag her out of hell
Whispering prayers to the dead man
For they promised him to be there
As the storm rises, beneath the black skies
She's wandering to suffer under stitched eyes
The rain is pouring down, in tides of holy lies
She's wandering to suffer under stitched eyes
Within the brush strokes of the unforgotten
Straying through the words of hope
Her eyes embraced the thread of the rotten
Sewing the lids with her fingers fold
Fallen from faith, from clouds to the ground
Believing in god's judgment profound
And denying to take control
She lays her fate to rest in fucking dead hands
As the storm rises, beneath the black skies
She's wandering to suffer under stitched eyes
The rain is pouring down, in tides of holy lies
She's wandering to suffer under stitched eyes
And when you're down, ripped and torn
There'll be no bright light but feeding worms
Autor(es): Prometheus Dreams
