I gave my speech
I took my stand
draw my marks in to the sand
and waited for the tide
to wash away my faults
with violence I purify
with rusty nails I crucify the other one behind the broken mirror on the wall
I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer dies inside
I take a step towards death, each time little dreamer cries inside
the purgatory burns inside
I perish at the stake for crimes of other one behind the broken mirror on the wall
disgrace me and break me
burn my wings and re-arrange me
still bleeding and feeding with blood the angels of decay