I was a baby then.
I had the rest of my life, and I was losing sleep.
You saw me pacing.
You let me waste all my time.
So I went on for years thinking I was wrong, and you were divine.
That's what I get, for being such a gullible child.
Now I know you're coming back when the air is black, and my conscience clears.
I can see your halo is dressed in flames and crowned in fear.
I can see you'r real face in the darkness of the coming age.
You can drag me down if you want to, when you fall through, but you can't stay, you can't stay.
Every child from here will have further to fall.
Cursed with the same familiar static at the end of your one way call.
I can't sleep till I end your hypocritical love song.
That's what I get, for putting my faith into a ghost of a God.
Now I know you're coming back when the air is black, and my conscience clears.
I can see your halo is dressed in flames and crowned in fear.
I can see you'r real face in the darkness of the coming age
You can drag me down if you want to, when you fall through, but you can't stay, you can't stay.
I got tired of waiting on you.
It's crushing when you take off your costume.
That's when I couldn't believe you were devoted to me,
but I was willing to turn the other cheek.
I got tired of waiting on you.
It's crushing when you take off your costume.
That's when I couldn't believe you were devoted to me,
but I was willing to turn the other cheek.
But now I know you're coming back when the air is black and my conscience clears, and I can see your real halo is dressed in flames, and crowned in fear.