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?