In the eye of the beholder Where madness sleeps Where art became violence O this cancerous trait Burning faces with eyes born from sin Darkness dwells within their flesh The rancid perversion Deeds of dark Cruel souls made in his image Soon to be reborn You're becoming my rightous gift I will give you wings And I will rid you of guilt The heart of an angel is yours to be Watch over me child of innocence In my final hours I watch them pray As we transcend the plane of mortal flesh A mocking sculpture of the highest heaven I am the angelmaker You're becoming my rightous gift I will give you wings And I will rid you of guilt The heart of an angel is yours to be