Twin Black Angels

Spread out clean sheets
Get the mind ready for the deep sleep
Fade out the cold lights
Still, these linens feel like concrete
Drifting though closed eyes
Watching incapacities materialize
Like in the song, a prisoner
Of my own device
Another part of me could have been the unleashed
What would it be, how would it feel
If the ideals of self were real?
Is it a cure, or is it disease?
Would i know emptiness from peace?
Tracing the fears back to the start
Raptures to tear the world apart
Written in scars that never heal
This is the deal
This is the deal
Wake up like an undead
Ashes of the night swirling though my head
Breathless, heartless
Ravenous
RAVENOUS
Another part of me could have been the unleashed
Forever circling back to the crossroads of my dreams
Where twin black angels lead the way
What would it be, how would it feel
If the ideals of self were real?
Is it a cure, or is it disease?
Would i know emptiness from peace?
Tracing the fears back to the start
Raptures to tear the world apart
Written in scars that never heal
This is the deal