Tears of the Gods

Razor sharp shards of shattered dreams

Pave the road between passion and madness

Your bones picked clean by the ones you loved

The pieces fit together like a hand in a velvet glove

When the tears of the gods are falling

When the acid rain comes down

I hear the echoes of lost souls calling

Don't cut your hands on the broken crown

Now I'm standing in the rain

This vortex of fear driving me insane

A ringing in my ear like the sweet song of the sirens

Enticing me towards these rocky coasts again

You still talk to ghosts, but they're so tired of listening

These sterile tombs that you keep re-visiting

Rotting memories fertilising fantasies

Under the shadow of the sword of Damocles