Skeletons The Dead Circus lyrics

Burning paper to make things living
A cosmic womb through a doll's glass eyes
Parading it's flesh and begging for death
The sun is burning holes in the sky
My sky

Spitting forth life with the blood I drain
A monarch to the lepers - a god to the insane
Injecting slow death to set me free
Resurrect me through your apathy

My eyes have dried out - scabs - peeling
I see them scaling down my walls
The needles shriek - standing on end

Burrow into my mind with rusted claws

Burning paper dolls
Under a blanket of night
These ashes glow to embers
The final gasp of the light
I see an endless void
Nothingness fills my eyes
Injecting slow death
The sun is burning holes in the sky