The Bishop

Spirals of grey smoke
Statues made of bark
A lace for every year
Sets of paling ice
Peering through a hole
One taller than the rest

Take off the other lens
It shows black and white
Glass of hypocritic
It's in black and red
Colorless raging shells
Liar left within
Sick of parasite
This time I am fighting

Turn off for another
The dreaded sign in man
Will fall in blood outside
Now this blood can no longer buy in
Spirals of blood inside
Statues made of bark
A lace for every year
Sets of paling ice
Peering on and through a hole

Citrine in the lies
I'm chained under a roof
Found this rage in shells of iron will fall past again

Silver rage
It's all farewell
I'm taking off the lens
Silver rage
It's all farewell
I'm trailing off the rail

Now bald bark on sidewalk blocks of lashes thick with sleeping wishes
Battlefields of hair
Now bald bark on sidewalk blocks of lashes thick with sleeping wishes

Take off the other lens
It shows black and white
Glass of hypocritic
It's in black and red
Colouless raging shells
Liar left within
Sick of parasite
This time I am fighting

Battlefields of acid and the poison jars shelter hissing
No victory when bombs in shading
Under laces I never knew you
Take off on the rapids just the right way to then serve me

I am drifting found this rage in shells of iron
Will fall past again
Found this rage in shells of iron
Will fall past again the colorless rage cuts in through you

Silver rage it's all farewell
I'm taking off the lens
Silver rage it's all farewell
I'm trailing off the rail
Silver rage it's all farewell
I'm taking off the lens
Silver rage it's all farewell
I'm trailing off the rail