Wax Man

His hatred here to stay
Their feelings float away
That man was cast in stone
He'll be here long after we're dead and gone
Chewing on his 7th sin
Understand? He can't begin
To feel the error in his ways
So he sits and numbers the days

Where is the sunshine when the martyr falls
You kept it all behind the glass wall
So he falls from paradise again
To play God with little children

My babel tower to rise
Steal the breath and smear the skies
Push it all out, try to pretend
But you can't change anything in the end
My hatred here to stay
Your feelings float away
Wave around a loaded gun
Temper, temper little one

Where is the sunshine when a the martyr falls
You kept it all behind the glass wall
So he falls from paradise again
To play God with little children
When my heart cried out in agony
No one held me and said never again
Slouching in my throne with devils in my head
Homeless, friendless, now powerful instead

I'd prefer not to confess
My mind is in distress

Where is the sunshine when a child falls
You kept it all behind the glass wall
So he falls from heaven into you
To play God wthis king, this fool
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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