Where Angels Come to Die

Before I rest, I pray for death

But I keep waking, nails to my face

Breath of decay, slowly I ache

Sorrow remains, all I feel is shame

Clouds of misery

There's something in the air

These scars are shallow

Dip your hands into the well to see through this pain

Dread surrounding, inching towards my lifeless limbs

Why won’t this end?

Everything I touch falls to pieces

Each day is more painful than the last

Before I rest, I pray for death

But I keep waking, nails to my face

Breath of decay

Slowly I ache

Sorrow remains

All I feel is shame

My head in my hands, faintly weeping

Dehumanizing, breathing deeply

I push the needle into my skin

Desperately trying to numb myself

Rejecting this reality

With the Body of Christ within

My head in my hands, faintly weeping

Dehumanizing, breathing deeply

I push the needle into my skin

Desperately trying to numb myself

Rejecting this reality

My head in my hands

This is where angels come to die