warm igloo
The flowery lighting of your makeup
Could make me blush without intent
Oh to get lost in your wits
To fall into your beautiful abyss
I could be in the pits of hell crying for your eyes
To beg the devil that you don't receive any lies
Sit on the throne of thorns and carry the weight of all sin
And remove every man trapped in your abyss
To carry each memory out one by one
To hide your pain within the light of the sun
If I were God I couldn't have faith in myself
For the deepest hole in my heart couldn't be felt
With each injury you've succumbed
Oh how the earth would flood with the tears of wrath from above