Vatican
Damage
You call me by the root of your disease (Your disease)
The sickening place of which I feel at ease
What approaches is not what I fear
But how many minutes of breath I waste before I disappear (Disappear)

If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light
If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light

My limbs stretched past their reach
To touch the only key
That leads to immortality
But is that really what I want?

What good comes from flesh and blood?
What feeble niceties flood
Passion in the wombs of those who bear my father’s lust?

What name will I carry on?
Am I just another damaged son
Born to shoulder dishonor when you’re gone?

If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light
If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light

Forgotten colors animate my mother’s face
Much as before I was given hate
Her words are monotone in scale
And the red reaction sets me back again (Sets me back again)
If I close my eyes too tight, I can touch light

Was it really meant to be this cold?

Your hatred