Talking Reflections Lyrics

The ash falls like

Snow, on your marionette strings

Love, you're a puppet made from the

Bones of my chest and a

Face of my flesh, twisted in a way that

Reflects the fear in my

Eyes, that would cry if only they

Could, sunken holes in a skull

In raggedy robe whipped wild from the

Wind that carries the ash like

Snow

Though

I loved you your

Color's turned to grey and your

Wood shall know, my

Flame

Are you

Lost, again, far

Away, at your end, love you're a

Part of me, that I, tried to

Kill

So

Feel the flames that lick upon your

Skin, the spoken tongues that cauterize your

Sin

They

Snap the strings that bind you from

Within, and

Scatter, this

Forest to the wind

Light the fires burn the

Trees to charcoaled ashes

Tear their roots up

Strip the bark and

Drain the resin

Raze the statues

To the false gods

Take your worship

Far beyond the

Barrows of our

Pious passions

Take your leave

Take your sin

Take all your

Vile sickness

Apathy

No mercy

Take yourself

Far and flee