Deny Thy Maker
Rain upon my lips
Blood within a kiss
An iron curtain
Wrapped around my chest
A pacifist balls up his fists
Ready to fight
Every day is a gift
But every second a curse
One day closer
To the gates of oblivion
My maker stands there
Perplexed by my lack of faith
Perplexed by a lifetime of scars
And a lifetime of denied blessings
A desolate cry dies in my throat
Held captive by loving eyes
Deny thy maker
Deny my maker
Blood within a kiss
Rain upon my lips
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