Feed on me I've nothing left to give You haven't stolen I've read your books and your incantations Between the lines of your epithet Where would you write me in? Beneath your robe wears a foul resentment Bearing a king now bastardized Struck down from a marble sky and I'm never coming back You and I are not the same (I wish I wasn't good enough) Painted faces in their frame People believe in you But they only see what they want to see Drowning a monster in reverie I am lost to shadow You are what the saints call beautiful Blood, sweat, tears As my body is withered and raw Blood, sweat, tears And you walk your nights afraid Blood, sweat, tears You will feel me in the corner of your eyes And relive your last mistake Everything comes easy When your life is loved by everyone And all I ever wanted Was to feel like I was loved by someone Break my heart Collecting all the pieces as they shiver and go And everyone will know The call of a mockingbird As it echoes the scream out loud Bury a hero's shroud Beneath an empty pyre Pray to every god that you can keep me Silently unresigned before the truth You're hiding in your shell You and I are not the same (I wish I wasn't good enough) Painted faces in their frame People believe in you But they only see what they want to see Drowning a monster in reverie I am lost to shadow You are what the saints call beautiful You and I are not the same Painted faces in their frame People believe in you But they only see what they want to see Drowning a monster in reverie I am lost to shadow You are what the saints call beautiful I am what the devil calls beautiful (I wish I wasn't good enough) Beautiful They only see what they want to see Drowning a monster in reverie I am lost to shadow You are what the saints call beautiful You are what the saints call beautiful Beautiful You are what the saints call beautiful