Your God is not my God.
I am the Cast Out,
I am the Black Rose,
I am the Quiet Martyr,
The Warning Calm before the storm.

Your blood on my hands as I let you fall to save her soul,
A bitter gratitude to your painful hello and long awaited goodbye.
I'll break your lying angel wings and use the feathers soaked in tears To bandage up her broken mind.
The voices in her head drown out your screaming pleas;
This cracked empty shell outweighs the love I had for you.

Your God is not my God.
I am the Cast Out,
I am the Black Rose,
I am the Quiet Martyr,
The Warning Calm before the storm.

There is vapid superficial conversation where a burning need Quests for air inside a vortex,
I used to love your eyes,
Now I apply the surgical steel to their muscles,
Stealing them to give her sight.
A bloody, crying child seeing dawn's light with What I took from you that night.

Your God is not my God.
I am the Cast Out,
I am the Black Rose,
I am the Quiet Martyr,
The Warning Calm before the storm.

Is this what you wanted,
To make yourself my tool to fix the world?
I'll bleed you dry and feed these weak ones on your blood Never regretting what I do,
Never looking back,
I have no pity for you, my little ascending demon,
Writhing in the light I cast upon your body So that I can find more quickly what I want to glean from you.

I am your Goddess.
I am the Scalpel Wielder,
I am the Bloody Priestess,
I am the Silver Arrow,
The heartless, Raging Dawn.