Ghost Of A Soul - Agathodaimon

Way down to heaven

Your needless resource

Is a forecast of cruelty and dismay

Cast into mirrors

An ambush on its course

You are blemish, frailty and decay

Will I get at something

Will I ever be complete

Build by dust — born to slave away

Taste an angel’s lifeblood

So pure and bittersweet

Built of nothing — born to decay

Deep in my mind there rests the ghost

Of an innocent soul

Capped by darkness and dismay

Out of these depths

I slay so cruel and so confident

Will I ever be set free

Lust prevails my temper

Endless rapture turns to grief

A silent scream which fraudulent arises

Without shelter, your wounds lead me to lambency

Spouts truth above your lies

Step by step, piece by piece

Cut by cut, we reach the end together

Take this cloak from me — your offer I will not embrace

A failure once for me — not to be driven into hate

Will I ever be set free

Will I ever be complete

Will I ever be set free

Will I, can I, ever be complete?

Come set me free