I see a presence of meekness in the horizon   Coming closer I feel the eyes on   Me are grim and possessive torches   Lightening and encircling forces      Remorseful, filled with anxiety   Unwilling to see the inevitably   Omissioned mind oh so blind   With fear of separation you bind      Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed   With gluttonous envy you feed   Upon your liars chair you bleed   Envy your malicious deeds      Frail and hollow you crumble at my feet   Attributing the frailty to everyone you meet   Unable and unwilling to make commence   Forcing your frailty on everyone else      Repent or be forever in debt   Unworthy tears you have wept   Hark to the chant of the contempt   Embodied in flesh this is the end      Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed   With gluttonous envy you feed   Upon your liars chair you bleed   Envy your malicious deeds   The blind will bleed      The blind will bleed      Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed   With gluttonous envy you feed   Upon your liars chair you bleed   Envy your malicious creeds