Ashes to Ashley

[Verse 1: Mac Lethal] For every hole I've punched in the wall Every piece of paper crumpled as we've suffer in the bloodiest fall For every pulsating ego blistered into moon ripe nosebleeds I nurse these festering wounds and drop rose seeds But grow an orchid garden Now the paint on your portrait hardens with a face that resorts to jargon Scribbled like a suicide note Like I'll stop I show the beauty by a profile shot Freeze, don't fret for the truth Cause I'll pray till I heard footsteps on the roof I swear to god I don't believe in angels Ask me, atheist, Ashley Where's the wings in this relationship? Passions have passed me, cast another spell Mortified, melancholy, Madness to Michelle Suicide Sarah, alliterate your fate, worship the absence and demonstrate my faith (I glanced in the mirror on my bathroom door I saw her dance in the rain in the summer downpour) I saw her dance till the rain put the fire out Burned at the stake, Joan of Arc, little anxious saint I illustrate the gates of hell into my notebook her flesh burns up in the furnace Ashes to Ashley Urn to something earnest I slit my wrists in cursive (with an ink pen) Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles Question my faith, get my churlish ass to smile Find another subtle piece of confidence to muster Her ministry echoes in this monolithic structure Cremate the dying Christmas trees The winter is full of bitter, ashy, black blizzards So when the superstition delivered And it came down the chimney, they found her in the fireplace with me Ashes to Ashley [Bridge] It's not going out; it's still half-dead How many angels can you fit on a match head? Count them Try start a fire Do it Turn the volume down Or write a song to her movement The fire's only half-dead How many angels can you fit on a match head? Count them Try to start a fire Do it Turn the volume down Or write a song to her movement The fire's only half-dead How many angels can you fit on a match head? Count them Try to start a fire Do it Turn the volume down Or write a song to her movement I'm feeling like I'm half-dead How many angels can you fit on a match head? Count them Try to start a fire Do it Turn the volume down And watch her move... [Verse 2: Sadistik] We walked a broken path while the sun was bleak And we were holding hands on these rusted swings That I called "us" and thought my love would sink Underseas that we would drown underneath When you would swim deep to catch my lip's speech To try to catch drifts to catch what it means And you found what would grow between us So I thought about you while I wrote The Phoenix And now my spine shivers from the notes that you speak Of perfect pitched melodies and emotions you seek That I'm composing in dreams, so you can see that I love you And I'll hold your broken dreams till I'm bleeding in puddles She breaks bones, engraves poems in gravestones (Text!) Paints quotes of pathos as pain grows (Next!) Rain flows became hopes of rainbows (When!) Angels with halos and saints spoke (Blessed!) Death to this world now we've given enough I wanna hide you from the company that misery loves And so I (draw blood) with few strokes (and our love) it drew close So you can draw attention with the pen that you hold Reveal your energy; and we'll just get to keep The radio-active I can feel your chemistry When we gaze at sea waves and freebase off replays That re-late to cliches to see fate will be grace I find peace in our dance on ice sheets To bathe your silhouette in the tears the skies weep We'll burn bridges to find warmth from life's storms And cross roads at the point where lives meet I'll show you memories I hate to reveal If you could feel what I say then I could say what I feel And I finally learned what it takes to confess I'll take you to a place filled with grace and sunsets