Cherubim

Like a child Learn to cope Test the waters Find how deep this goes Walk on fire Controlling to the cost I am loved but I do not Run from what is made Impossibility Not a welcome state Paint it red paint it black Feelings that you crave Hear my words mark this fist The blade I forged to save Now I see what I've become Now I'm perfect just the way I was born Walking on high Praising father-time Looking through reflections For scars that weren't mine Falling through perdition The blade has a shine Cut me down for virtue This body I call mine Cast me in a box Drive across the country And return me to the dirt With gold and skin for company And there's nothing left to mourn Killed all his ideas Can you feel the warmth Can you feel the warmth Now I see what I've become Now I'm perfect just the way I was born Now I see what I've become Now I'm perfect just the way I was born