Golden, your strings, sewn into my corners
Control my faith, you're a poet of torture
Taken my hands, I can't pray
Must I live another day
I've got a heart made of cinder and ashes
He's known my fate even before it happened
Look now, my eyes, can you not see the horror? Poet of torture
Nothing ever changes the world
Like a little conviction
Let's see what you could muster up
Since I'm your religion
I've got a heart made of cinder and ashes
He's known my fate even before it happened
Look now, my eyes, can you not see the horror? Poet of torture
I've got a heart made of cinder and ashes
He's known my fate even before it happened
Look now, my eyes, can you not see the horror? Poet of torture