Opera

I traced the scars across your porcelain skin
We built a kingdom on a bed of pins
You wore my heart like a crown of thorns
While the angels wept and the trumpets mourned



And if they find me in the morning
With a smile upon my face
Tell the world I died for something
In this godforsaken place


I kissed your name into the bullet hole
Where they shot the hope right out of my soul
The priest he laughed, the choir ran away
But I still hear you in the notes they didn't play


And if they bury me in silence
With no stone to mark the place
Carve my epithet in violence
Write my sorrow on my face


We are the broken, we are the damned
We built this fire with our own two hands
And when the curtains fall and the lights go black
I'll be waiting for you with the devil at my back
We are the martyrs, we are the last
Of a dying breed from a dying past


So take this confession, take my last breath
This is not an ending, it's a beautiful death
I loved you in fire, I'll love you in rust
We are two ghosts learning to love the dust


We are the last...
The very last...