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?