IV (Where Angels Come to Die) Lyrics

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.