A Miracle of Statistic

So you feel, like a miscarriage a miracle of statistic, boxed away and sealed Where love-lost is a permanent condition Faith a contra-septive thats declining with permission And you kneel, and you kneel And you feel, all that you portray is a poetic world-view, that turned to ash and blew away Where only your acting pierces their hearts and you'd rather die before playing your part So you fall, like a martyr Blinking through paradise, Tightrope above all A broken of a deviant in the clothing of a fiend Blackboards miscalculation, never to be cleaned And you crawl and you crawl And you fall, cold, on bleeding knees searching the rejected, rotted and diseased Returning empty and scraped down to the bone finding angels, breaking down, whats left of what you own So you crawl, through the living-dead As a monster of humanity, who'll murder for the remedy Collecting every beat of every heart Of those, who made you, fall... apart.