Disease of the Divine

I won't stand, I can't justify
Once more I am awake, still sick and blind

Give me peace, breathless sky
This bed is full of webs, collecting lies

Open the door for you, open the door
So sad to see, how you look at me

Spinning around again, in my room
Faces strangely, changing minds

Safe from the sounds of howling statues
Creeping forward, ending life

Wait until the past is dawning
Delighting, burial party

I watch all the vultures swooning
Preying on my soulless empathy

At the opera, divine me in the light
I drink the tears that drop from you, at the opera

Open the door for you, open the door
Don't feel anything
So sad to see, how you look at me