Tin Winged Angel

I see a presence of meekness in the horizon.Coming closer I feel the eyes on.Me are grim and possessive torchesLightening and encircling forcesRemorseful, filled with anxietyUnwilling to see the inevitablyOmissioned mind oh so blindWith fear of separation you bind[Chorus:]Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed.With gluttonous envy you feed.Upon your liars chair you bleed.Envy your malicious dreed.Frail and hollow you crumble at my feet.Attributing the frailty to your meet.Unable and unwilling to make commence.Forcing your frailty on everyone else.Repent or be forever in debtUnworthy tears you have weptHark to the chant of the contemptEmbodied in flesh this is the end[Chorus:]Oh, my tin-winged angel how you heed.With gluttonous envy you feed.Upon your liars chair you bleed.Envy your malicious dreed.