Why now am I smitten? My wings melted off by the sun Amidst a retina divided to fractions All fragments victims of apprehension Benighted by infinite failures Since I've been stained by this rapture I spit at the sun and the moon Now I take my pain and walk the path Drenched with the blood of the angels What will become of me? As I paint my walls with suggestion No multiple colos, all shades of black I take my place among the ruins of our lost generation All systems screaming, all but one Now I keep this pain, a token of hate Will eat my scars and throw them up again Become my sin, become my scythe, pierce my skin Turn my cards face down Now as I look to the sky, Lost, it has my admiration Free from the damned, that pulls the world down Now I take my pain and walk the path Drenched with the blood of the angels What will become of me? Benighted by infinite failures Since I've been stained by this rapture I spit at the sun and the moon Now I take my pain and walk the path Drenched with the blood of the angels What will become of me?