you're the dearest thing

you're the dearest thing

to hold you in my bleeding arms

your once holy stature, now frail and thin

there's disbelief in your eyes

you're giving in?

you were once a holy thing

cascading down buildings taken over by

the fauna and flora of the old world's new

apocalypse

pride is an ugly thing

truly the worst of the seven sins

you fell too fast and too far

find icarus, he'll tell you how it feels

your white wings, 

now shriveling and plucked

along with your ideals and your zeal

as the masses watch

they're last favour dies with you

they await your swan song,

as you sing, remnants of you are

fading in my bloody arms

you were a beautiful thing