Heirloom

wrap yourself in the damned heirloom

like the one that came before you

with the curse you know it bears

you know all too well

that you're awakening flame in darkness

the essence of death, the rest of your life

wash the blood from beneath your nails

purse your lips - so scarlet

they crave a glimpse beneath the vale

to be the next victim of your charming

when that dark day comes, 

when the truth bleeds through, 

when the skeletons resurface ...
all the cunning lies, false prayers

plunging blades and crocodile tears

mark you for what you really are

and when that day comes,

in horror, they'll see the change

as you cross over into darkness ...

your idols will not save you

your stolen wings will fail you

the ring of flies 'round your head is no halo

you will fall from their blackened sky