Rapture - Beyond The Embrace

Why now am I smitten?

My wings melted off by the sun

Amidst a retina divided to fractions

All fragments victims of apprehension

Benighted by infinite failures

Since I’ve been stained by this rapture

I spit at the sun and the moon

Now I take my pain and walk the path

Drenched with the blood of the angels

What will become of me?

As I paint my walls with suggestion

No multiple colos, all shades of black

I take my place among the ruins of our lost generation

All systems screaming, all but one

Now I keep this pain, a token of hate

Will eat my scars and throw them up again

Become my sin, become my scythe, pierce my skin

Turn my cards face down

Now as I look to the sky

Lost, it has my admiration

Free from the damned, that pulls the world down

Now I take my pain and walk the path

Drenched with the blood of the angels

What will become of me?

Benighted by infinite failures

Since I’ve been stained by this rapture

I spit at the sun and the moon

Now I take my pain and walk the path

Drenched with the blood of the angels

What will become of me?