The Living Receiver

The Living Receiver
Fire cased,
upon the earth.
Shots rang out in the streets.
The cries of women are hear.
This is the empire we've built from our bones.
Come be my queen,
come wear this crown.

The sins of my past have tormented my dreams killed with this twisted darkened rage.
I'll wear your skin for the others to see.
This is the empire we've built from our bones.
Come be my queen,
come wear this crown.
The sins of my past have tormented my dreams killed with this twisted darkened rage.
In the end there will be nothing.
In the end there will.
In the end there will be nothing for you to stand on.
My nose is bleeding.
I don't know where I am.