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