A self-appointed succubus straddles your dried up hide
On the edge of a bridge made of needles and pride
Overlooking an abyss with a weak, sober gaze
But nothing is is seen through the blood vapor haze
Rewired but not rewinded
Still clenching fistfuls of the banshee's cursed hair
To sleep with the roaches is the start of my learning
To dream with the fish will cause my stigma to drown
I'm no longer a star so why am I still burning?
I'm no longer a demon so why am I still down?
The ghosts are all lost 'cause they can't read the maps
The spectres that haunt here no longer can see
The angels that curse you are drained of their sap
The "God" you can't touch is your mental disease
Replenished but reminded
Still soaked with blood of the damned
To fly with the dragoness makes me forget the ground
To dwell in the caves makes me curse the light
I'm no longer lost in what doesn't need found
I now make my home amongst beasts without sight