The Song at Creation’s End

I wear this liar's crown Though my wings are ripped and old Say "never ever after", a coat in molten gold The lust for my destruction, then given to desire Until there comes an end, I'm filled with raging fire Hollow brittle stone, fossilized in grief A relic that once beat, plucked away by a thief Transform them down to marrow A beast there now resides Reforged in my new image, now spilling their insides I wear this liar's crown Though my wings are ripped and old Say "never ever after", a coat in molten gold The lust for my destruction, then given to desire Until there comes an end, engulfed with raging fire So I cast this message out, do not avert your eyes Death lurks in the dark, the agony of hope's demise The hole in my chest, where the flesh is lacerated To whence I did reside, I project this - hatred The fear of the blood creates fear for the flesh Upon this rotting world, this plane it does infest Just like this world, dead to me, tragic and writ in blood Chandelier of blades, held by a thread To share this passionless feeling I sleep here, motionless Fragmented and projecting The fate of every being that exists Withering mortality Relief in the promise that I give "Hold me, erase me" The scream of the shallow, disloyal and faithless Inherit my hell, I intone with glee Maelstrom - inhuman making Despair with me But now I know I'm not alone Belief in more than me I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps Past the far edge of fate The song at creation's end But now I know I'm not alone Belief in more than me I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps I'm not the only one for whom the flower weeps