Superficial angel
Sitting on your throne
Your poison halo
My flesh and bone
You think that your words
Are magic spells
You think I can just
Shut out this hell
You won’t make more scars, you’re not a switchblade knife
What gives the right to you to call my life
The cogs inside your skull, that turn your hands of time
They’re not a looking glass into my mind
Politician princess
Weaving your web
Your will be done
Leave me for dead
You play your numbers
From one to twelve
But my thirteen’s magic
This eye can tell
Come down from your high horse, look me in the eye
Come face me one on one fight for your life
You think you snap your fingers, and your will is done
But it’s just you and me and I won’t run
There ain’t no cure, for the heartache and pain that I feel
No magic potion, to help me to heal
Your time piece of evil, ticks my life away
And your words are the razor, let pain light the way
No judge no jury
To hear my plea
Your conscience tells you
You see what I see
Well if you felt my sickness
You wouldn’t last a day
Your everlasting smile
Forever washed away
And if you ever felt it, the pain in my heart
And how I spend each waking moment torn apart
If you’re so quick to condemn me, have me crucified
I pray one day you’ll see it through my eyes
credits
from Live at Shabby Road,
released May 11, 2017
Lyrics-Colin G Pender
Music-Colin G Pender,Peter Werninck and Jenny Tingle
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