In the eye of the beholder
Where madness sleeps
Where art became violence
O this cancerous trait
Burning faces with eyes born from sin
Darkness dwells within their flesh
The rancid perversion
Deeds of dark
Cruel souls made in his image
Soon to be reborn
You're becoming my rightous gift
I will give you wings
And I will rid you of guilt
The heart of an angel is yours to be
Watch over me child of innocence
In my final hours I watch them pray
As we transcend the plane of mortal flesh
A mocking sculpture of the highest heaven
I am the angelmaker
You're becoming my rightous gift
I will give you wings
And I will rid you of guilt
The heart of an angel is yours to be
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