(Let me suckle out the poison from your wound)

I feel your pain my dear
So once more I'll shoulder it for you
A surrogate to make it disappear
I'm doomed to be the stronger of us two
Your masochistic saviour is here
To purge and take away your every sin
The oracle, the sympathetic ear
To take your disease upon me
To brand your hurt upon my skin

I can't seem to help you, Judas
I can't seem to touch you deep enough
I can't seem to cure you
You're sewn shut and torn open

I scour off the worry on your brow
So you may lay your cross upon my spine
Quite beyond my words you are right now
As you monopolize my mercy to feel fine

I can't seem to help you, Judas
I can't seem to touch you deep enough
I can't seem to cure you
You're sewn shut and torn open
I can't seem to help you, Judas
I can't seem to touch you deep enough
How do I get through to you?
You're full of doubt and soul-broken

If I die it will not save you
If I drink it will not sate you
Yet I swallow every droplet... so you won't have to

I can't seem to help you, Judas
I can't seem to touch you deep enough
I can't seem to cure you
You're sewn shut and torn open
I can't seem to help you, Judas
I can't seem to touch you deep enough
How do I get through to you?
You're full of doubt and soul-broken

Down to my last cigarette and down on my luck
I guess the dealer's got it in for me today
So I fold in time to stop myself from shooting off his cock
I should keep a lower profile anyway

I ride alone
I ride alone
I ride alone
Don't follow

I shattered my wings on the open road
I battered my halo on each reload
I put six clean holes through my patron saint
But never in my hell-bent life have I complained
Oh no

Several men and women want me
Most want me dead
I can't blame them for the grudges that they bear
A gun for hire in my hand and a price on my head
I can't settle down for too long anywhere
I fly way below the radar of God's lazy eye
I got heads and tails to hunt and dues to pay
Chasing sunsets like a cowboy watching towns drift by
In a jet-black 1960's Chevrolet

I shattered my wings on the open road
I battered my halo on each reload
I put six clean holes through my patron saint
But never in my hell-bent life have I complained

Ambrosia autumn, wendigo winter
Skies of gunmetal and mother-of-pearl
A change of climate, a change of heart
A sensual storm in a decaying world

Faces of anguish on every page of every book
Traces of you and me everywhere I look
I made this one for you, my inquisitor

Crimson pieces of poetry
Born of passion and savagery
If I don't yet know it, I will learn
Sanguine songs of tormenting lust
Of deprivation and mistrust
In an everlasting fire I will burn

As much as it hurts me to say
Longing can drive you wild or drive you away
These halls of pain will whisper your name while crumbling to dust
These walls of rain will eventually cover my face in rust

Crimson pieces of poetry
Born of passion and savagery
If I don't yet know it, I will learn
Sanguine songs of tormenting lust
Of deprivation and mistrust
In an everlasting fire we will burn

Step behind the velvet curtain
For his court assembles today
Where all with life still in them
Quickly pale and wither away

The Baron samedi
Judges all
The Baron Samedi
Rules all
The Baron Samedi
Watches all
The Baron Samedi

When the silence comes
And the music died
He plays the funeral drums
Subtle and dignified
Waltzing to the sounds of his violin
Waltzing to his loving tunes of loss and decay

Ravens perch upon his shoulders
Under the glow of Haitian moon
And sure enough this morbid fellow
Expects you'll be visiting soon

The Baron samedi
Judges all
The Baron Samedi
Rules all
The Baron Samedi
Watches all
The Baron Samedi

When the silence comes
And the music died
He plays the funeral drums
Subtle and dignified
Waltzing to the sounds of his violin
Waltzing to his loving tunes of loss and decay

Blue smoke swirling in the wind
A resigned beacon pale and thinned
Thoughts to tantalize the mind
Guilty tears on a sinner's cheek
A pulse unworthy becoming weak
For what I see I might as well be blind

We are a legend of little repute
Our braggart's tongues remaining mute
What are we still missing from this mixture?
We should have shown the world our name
But instead we chose no path of fame
Where we stand we hardly are a fixture

My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to convince, ones made to confuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to allure, ones made to imbuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones far too shallow, ones far too deep
My absinthe eyes, your opium words

How many times have I tried to go
To find out all that there is to know
Without reflecting upon your face as well?
Still I strove to make us obsolete
But since this painting wasn't yet complete
I found it hard to stubbornly rebel

I don't want the mist to consume me
The spirit yearns to wander freely
We aren't quite the universal standard
Will you hold me up or hold me down?
Shall we swim or shall we drown
Wailing for this story left unheard?

My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to convince, ones made to confuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones made to allure, ones made to imbuse
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Ones far too shallow, ones far too deep
My absinthe eyes, your opium words
Fade away into nothing

Turned a corner
Turned a leaf
Turned into hatred
Turned to grief
Turned a blind eye
Turned my head
Turned my back

The great minds of inspiration
Granted to a blessed few
Far too often are like windows
Wasted on a desolate view

To lead a life of sheer indifference
Safe in mediocrity
Is settling for being the smallest part
In vast machinery

Hallowed or heathen
Bishop or pawn
Time waits for neither
Soon they are gone
Little achieved with minimal gain
By following suit, absurdly insane

Desperate in this excavation
Some search for power, some for fame
Some quest for fortune or amusement
Without a purpose to their name

One makes one's mark before the deadline
That's all the point to being here
We seek the answers to our questions
But have we even gotten near?

Hallowed or heathen
Bishop or pawn
Time waits for neither
Soon they are gone
Little achieved with minimal gain
By following suit, absurdly insane

She was unruly and wild beyond compare
When in the throws of one of her tempers
He was a stubborn child with tangled raven hair
And black eyes like glowing embers

She had that chaotic passion no one could tame
He was said to be the Devil's son
Quite inseparable in their fire and flame
Wreaking havoc wherever they'd run

Heathcliff and Catherine roamed the moors like a tempest
Roamed the moors

He returned to the grange after a ten-year spell
And held Catherine 'til her dying breath
He damned her husband to the pits of Hell
She'd be Heathcliff's own in her death

He dug open her grave in a disturbed state of mind
Dreaming of lying beside that sleeper
His cheek frozen against her's and his eyes gone blind
Resting with his heart's only keeper

Heathcliff and Catherine roamed the moors like a tempest
Heathcliff and Catherine, but she would not be lain to rest

Heathcliff, she is coming for you soon
Let her in
Catherine, take her clammy little hand
Let her in
Heathcliff, she is coming for you soon
Let her in
Catherine, together they would brave the legions of Satan himself
Let her in

I am a woman of impeccable taste
A gourmand with a certain need
When I invite my guests for dinner
A feast shall ensue indeed
A mere assembly of fine connaisseurs
Is not enough to satisfy
For alas, my friends, in order to suffice
I'm afraid you shall have to die

Maneater, never appeased
Maneater, voracious beast

Well, the bon-vivants of my fervent kind are sorely misunderstood
Our rare delicacy demonized by the middle-class neighborhood
A vegetarian recently said I should prefer more nutritious greens
So I had him over for some nice Chianti and Pancetta with Fava-beans

Maneater, never appeased
Maneater, voracious beast

Place your heavy armour upon my weary frame
A cloak of silk and ermine skin, it's all the same
My statuettes don't remind me of who I am
My portraits resemble a dying man

Years of desperation
Running from my fate
God save the king
Lord have mercy

There is no royal medic
My kingdom, my kingdom for a horse
My predicament of sovereignty
I simply cannot endorse

Will I ever bleed for my country?
What monarch fights his own battles?
I hide behind the emblems of nobility
Men, never cease to obey me
Defend my life
Mark my words of victory, so void of meaning

Days of anticipation, horror in their wake
A crown upon a coward's head doth not a ruler make
My feeble back, my spineless, gutless stand
My poor posture, a heart that beats unmanned

There is no royal medic
My kingdom, my kingdom for a horse
My predicament of sovereignty
I simply cannot endorse
Men, never cease to obey me
Defend my life
Mark my words of victory, so void of meaning

I remember a brighter time
Like a candle behind the glass
But everyone dear will die by my hand
And soon they all sleep under the grass

It is so isolated and cold here in my world
Cobblestone streets littered with those whom I've lost
And I remain with my wings unfurled
Fending off the gathering frost

Every one of us is dressed to kill
With only one purpose to fulfill

Father, I am incomplete
There's a hole where my heart should be
If I play your twisted game of destruction
Will you come back and finish me?

My self-righteous sisters so perfect and true
They stand against me claiming that I am cruel
When the only thing I ever wanted was to see you
Therefore I must duel

We'll play each other off
Until there's only one left standing

Father, I am incomplete
There's a hole where my heart should be
If I play your twisted game of destruction
Will you come back and finish me?

I'm afraid of the darkness in me and far too weary to fight
It's creeping through the open window
So I leave my lantern lit tonight

I will have you now to fan the flames of the moment, moment
Follow my humane folly; my wanton ways, temptations, whims
Do not dare resist, persist for the sake of fulfillment
Eventually you must flow over my brims

Blazing, blazing euphorialight
Euphorialight

How like gasoline you are to my
Manic, obsessive nature
And from the blackened remains of a smouldering world
We rise anew unscathed

I shall have you now to fan the flames of the moment, moment
Follow the path of Pyros, the more we know, the less we care
Those who yearn to burn consider scars an adornment

How like gasoline you are to my
Manic, obsessive nature
And from the blackened remains of a smouldering world
We rise anew unscathed
And from the blackened remains of a smouldering world we rise

Blazing, blazing euphorialight
Euphorialight