Sadistik Ashes to Ashley (feat. Mac Lethal) lyrics

[Mac Lethal]
For every hole I've punched in the wall
Every piece of paper crumpled as we suffer in the bloodiest fall
For every pulsating ego blistered
Into moon ripe nose bleeds
I nurse these festering wounds and drop no seeds
But grow an orchid garden
Now the pains on your portrait harden
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 til I heard foot steps 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 are past me, cast another spell
Mortified, Melancholy, Madness to Michelle
Suicide Sarah, alliterate your fate
Worship the absence and demonstrate my faith

(Glanced in the mirror on my bathroom door
I saw her dance in the rain, in the summer downpour)

I saw her dance til 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, Earn to something Earnest
I slit my wrists and curse 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
And when the superstition delivered, and it came down the chimney
They found her in the fire place 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 'em, try to start a fire, do it
Turn the volume down and right a song to her movement

The fire's only half dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count 'em, try to start a fire, do it
Turn the volume down and right a song to her movement


The fire's only half dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count 'em, try to start a fire, do it
Turn the volume down and right a song to her movement

I'm feeling like I'm half dead
How many angels can you fit on a match head?
Count 'em, try to start a fire, do it
Turn the volume down
And watch her move

[Sadistik]
We walked a broken path where the sun was bleak
And we were holding hands on these rusted swings
Then I called "us" and my love would sink
Underseas and 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
And you can draw attention with the pen that you hold
Reveal your energy, and we'll just get to keep
The radioactive, I can feel your chemistry
When we gaze at sea waves and freebase off replays
that relate 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 place filled with grace and sunsets

I'll take you to a place filled with grace and sunsets [x6]