You stand atop the spires To see your vigil fires Burn so far away On a saffron mezzanine You were a statue liar Your schisms did conspire The crumbled stones remain Covered with bloody stains To be the next messiah To be your own pariah You have enough to say To make it through the day A swan of blood takes flight Lachrymal stench of night You fall so well beneath Where you're supposed to be You've acted out your tragedy And now it's time to give it to me Give it to me You wear the cloak of the furies As if you cannot be set free Set me free