Dark clouds in my mind.
Abstract pictures of a life kept confined.
Shredded like the love I once hoped to find.
Got Distracted, was blinded, and got guided by the reaper.
Such a empty grasp.
As empty as my ******* glass.
Tremor shakes my once stable foundation.
Been an anomaly since creation.
Used to be so involved with socialization.
Till I was Driven to the point of isolation.
Watching society crumble apart.
Watching as the rich turn humble.
Watching prophesy become more than a just simple fable.
Bitter facts like that of a fig tree.
Human flesh, yet I got diseased bones inside of me.

Angel turned necrophor.
Father reaper passes on his curse.
That turns a once holy man bitter full.
That overflows my glass,
That once was half whole.
But now has turned into a poison pool.

Suspended like a rotting corpse.
Hanging by the neck of course.
Hope becoming a dark horse.
For I’m just an angel turned necrophor.
So be careful boy!
When it comes for the time to be knocking at your door.
Will you be fearful or satisfied?
When the time runs out for your soul?

Watching society crumble before my eyes.
Yeah I’m Watching as the rich turn humble.
Watching prophesy become more than just a simple fable.
Bitter facts like that of a fig tree.
Human flesh, yet I got diseased bones inside of me.

For I’m just Angel turned necrophor.
Father reaper passes on his curse.
That turns a once holy man bitter full.
That overflows my glass,
That once was half whole.
But now has turned into a poison pool.

Just an angel turned necrophor.