Ravine Angel - The Tower

Our lady of infinite self-reproach
Approaches the stage
With a gun in her hand and a grin on her face
Underneath the lights that blind and bake
She has arrived here to proclaim

I will never be born
This thing which cannot be
Your beauty unfulfilled
Resides inside of me
You long for one to hold you
You will come undone
With me, your hope dies screaming
All your days to come

Written by:
Teague Clements

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