IV (Where Angels Come to Die)

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, softly 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, softly 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