Mac Lethal, Sadistik - Ashes to Ashley lyrics

For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumpled as we've
Suffer in the bloodiest fall
For every pulsating ego blistered
Into moon ripe nosebleeds
I nurse these festering wounds
And drop rose seeds
But grow an orchid garden
Now the paint on your portrait hardens with
A face that resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I heard
Footsteps on the roof
I swear to god I don't believe in angels
Ask me, atheist, Ashley
Where's the wings in this relationship?
Passions have passed me, cast another spell
Mortified, melancholy, Madness to Michelle
Suicide Sarah, alliterate your fate
Worship the absence and demonstrate my faith
(I glanced in the mirror on my bathroom door
I saw her dance in the
Rain in the summer downpour)
I saw her dance till the
Rain put the fire out
Burned at the stake, Joan of Arc
Little anxious saint
I illustrate the gates of
Hell into my notebook
Her flesh burns up in the furnace
Ashes to Ashley urn to something earnest
I slit my wrists in cursive (with an ink pen)
Write a revelation, burn a stack of bibles
Question my faith
Get my churlish ass to smile
Find another subtle piece of
Confidence to muster her ministry echoes in
This monolithic structure
Cremate the dying Christmas trees
The winter is full of bitter, ashy
Black blizzards
So when the superstition delivered
And it came down the chimney
They found her in the fireplace with me
Ashes to Ashley

It's not going out it's still half-dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count them try start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
Or write a song to her movement

The fire's only half-dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count them try to start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
Or write a song to her movement

The fire's only half-dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count them try to start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
Or write a song to her movement

I'm feeling like I'm half-dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count them try to start a fire
Do it turn the volume down
And watch her move

We walked a broken path while
The sun was bleak and we were holding hands
On these rusted swings
That I called "us" and thought
My love would sink
Underseas that we would drown underneath
When you would swim deep to
Catch my lip's speech
To try to catch drifts to catch what it means
And you found what would grow between us
So I thought about you while
I wrote The Phoenix
And now my spine shivers from
The notes that you speak
Of perfect pitched melodies and
Emotions you seek
That I'm composing in dreams
So you can see that I love you
And I'll hold your broken dreams
Till I'm bleeding in puddles
She breaks bones
Engraves poems in gravestones (text)
Paints quotes of pathos as pain grows (Next)
Rain flows became hopes of rainbows (When)
Angels with halos and saints spoke (Blessed)
Death to this world now we've given enough
I wanna hide you from the
Company that misery loves and so I
(draw blood) with few strokes (and
Our love) it drew close
So you can draw attention with
The pen that you hold
Reveal your energy and we'll
Just get to keep
The radio-active I can feel your chemistry
When we gaze at sea waves
And freebase off replays
That re late to cliches to
See fate will be grace
I find peace in our dance on ice sheets
To bathe your silhouette in the
Tears the skies weep
We'll burn bridges to find
Warmth from life's storms
And cross roads at the point where lives meet
I'll show you memories I hate to reveal
If you could feel what I say then
I could say what I feel
And I finally learned what
It takes to confess
I'll take you to a place
Filled with grace and sunsets