Gift

Matteo, why
Matteo, stop, stop
Matteo, why, when you see them cry,
do you seem to like it?
Matteo, why
Matteo, stop stop
Matteo, why, when you see them cry,
do you seem to love it?

In another light I’ll see you go dark
Noose around your neck to catch me off guard
Another gift from creator, that feeds your head
Maybe he was possessed
No, it was a gift
A gift from God that makes him alive
That seizes her light
And makes him a man
The drugs that make you work-
She’ll think nothing of it, force her and she’ll love it

Maybe she’ll draw towards you
And all your Gods- they will take second chances
Oh, my God, I can see your tear away face
and your tear away Gods
who lead you back to the grave

In another light you’ll slowly kill yourself
Feel nothing else but crystals consuming you
The lord, he said it unto you
To seize her light, he sees
Sees her light turn into dust
You can kill yourself but don’t ask me why
Don’t ask me why
Why, Matteo, archangel-master,
Will he let himself die? Don’t ask me why.
Why, oh