Create yourself a sin...

Tomorrow will come but you won't fly because your wings are stained with my love
As dead is today, the scars are mine because you left ashamed like a fool 
If I wander the corridors of your grief, I've known all along your sickness of guilt 
As you peeled away her every silk layer, the cross you held was an empty piece 

Let the hot dripping candle wax deaden your skin as you're creating a sin
Let your robe entangle with your own numb senses while creating a sin 
Let the beauty of the ceiling look down and judge you while creating a sin 

Our farther, who art in heaven, lay his bones down to rest and leave his flesh on earth 
For this man is not grateful to walk amongst the shadows of the streets, he's deceitful 
The burning smile from his body, the creature he created as himself was always cursed 
He slithered from woman to woman with a  mind, body and soul that he should be burned alive 

Now my memory is raised time and time again reliving the horrendous pain 
Like an army marching into battle with a holy book but still my wings stained

Let the hot dripping candle wax deaden your skin as you're creating a sin
Let your robe entangle with your own numb senses while creating a sin 
Let the beauty of the ceiling look down and judge you while creating a sin 

If I still have broken dreams
Nothing matters, as I still have wings 
You can still create sins
Mine might be stained 
But I still have wings
I still have wings...