Sunken eyes search for guidance in a falling sky.
Knotted hands clasped, as he prays for his life.
Soul sold, heart hellbound.
Those very hands will be what drags him down.
As the churchbell tolls.
He knows he'll never make it home.
A leatherbound blindfold to hide his disgrace.
That silver cross still stands by the sinners name.
Down he'll go, along with your faith.
Thats another preacher man that won't be saved.
And he screams to that forgiving sky.
Absolution came every time.
"I need a miracle. I need a fucking miracle."
"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
Give me the chance and I'll do it again.
Oh God, I'm falling apart.
How the fuck did I fall this far?"
His silver cross, my hangman's knot.
Hang your head, preacher man.
He hung them, oh, he hung them high.
The rosary beads fall from their eyes.
"I need a miracle.
I need a fucking miracle."
As they lay under that falling sky.
They cursed those stars through miseries eyes.
"I need a miracle. I need a fuckin' miracle.
I was a believer too, once upon a time.
I had hope once; maybe in a past life.
released October 25, 2012
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