Nine Circels

With my hands with holes right through them

I could see your hollow heart

Where we climbed the roof together

To escape from the dark

Through the nights we prayed for nothing

To the emptiness of you

Were your wings not cut and severed clean from you

You would fly

No amount of tears can save you boy

You are forever falling

Here, ten thousand devils begin to cry when you open up your bloodshot eyes

And they raise their hands up to the sun and they bow their heads down in rememberance

Would you join me in my cold prison?

My winter, my winter!

I would cry but my tears are frozen

Unwritten, unwritten!

To the dawning when I was rejected

Corrected, erected!

I lock myself up with death and reap!

I arch my back to the morning

Tempting you

And cringe into a statue

And close my eyes

Carry yourself above me

In the light

And leave the earth in my hands

To despise

What remedies you've chosen

Wont heal me

I stand among the broken and believe...

Cant you see I was god when you gave to me?

All your life, all your woes and the ocean that raged inside you

On my knees on the ground I am lost somehow

Trembling hands in my hands, you have weighed me down

Lay to waste all that I have suffered for

Cast your stone, I'll be last through my dying hour

I've become tragedy in its utmost meaning

Maybe now, Jesus Christ... all my pain...

Ten little angry devils left, marching down from a funeral

Nine little angry devils left, joining hands in circles of fire

Eight little angry devils left, on a bridge to weak to hold them all

Seven little angry devils left, each one with a gun to their head

Six little angry devils left, building walls to the emptiness

Five little angry angels left, and they spread their wings over your eyes

Four little angry devils left, and the drinks are on the house

Three little angry devils left, drawing straws on who's to die

Two little angry devils left, looking into eachothers eyes

One little angry devil left, there's no hope... no hope... there's no...