Terran Severance - Xiabalba

All my angels are made of flesh
And insecure
Wading into pools of desire
I watch them burn
Standing on the precipice
Laughing madly into the abyss
And the void, it calls me back
In voice, my own

Save yourself
Martyr of your own cause
Heal yourself
You king of lepers

Here lies the broken part
The one I'm meant to play
This draught that never quenches
This flesh that's never sated
A hopeless romantic
With no idea of love
This succor ever rancid
Proud god I think I am

Blame yourself
Martyr of your own cause
Heal yourself
You king of lepers

Piety obscured
By this will of mine
A second voice is heard
Within my own mind
Soft in regret
I have accused myself
This succor ever rancid
Proud god I am

Written by:
James Barlow

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