A healing fault is open now, crevassing my way Something new will flower through the old decay Angels of the media are radiant and clear Tuning in, I siphon their fuel of fear I scale across their veils of prayer, torn and televised They reinject their vision; I see through their eyes I think it's gonna blow tonight My wings wanna glow up bright I broke free from a deep desire Stoke my phoenix fire Cupid laughs as I reclaim my shiny golden spears For a bell of love, melted down through the years And they're pierced up on the edge of night With nothing more to say A massacre of valentines await the day Wringing into my new form, ringing out the past Flying low, I hear the toll of shadows cast