Horns And Feathers


In the aftermath of another escape from reality

Exhausted you lay, circled by nothingness

You sank so deep... lacking the strength to surface again

Miracles and revelations, or just hallusinations?

God tends to speak only at the moments of weakness

As ruins are easier to conquer

Guilt batters with a killer's fist

Forcing you to confess your supposed sins

Hoping for heaven, afraid of hell

You sealed your decay with a shallow prayer

How real can this revival be

When it's merely compensating your low self-esteem?

Life-long submission seems to be the price of faith

So, will the bleeding hearts give more than they take?

Drifting with the winds out at the sea of deceit

The fear of god is all you have

No sign of the promised salvation

An addict to punishment and restrain

Paints horns and feathers within the same frames

Helped up from the pit

And thrown down into a deeper one