The Fall Of The House Of God

i descend from my perspective
no longer the collective
and i'm watching myself
make a bid on my love
and i could hate her for what she does
if i thought that's who she was
but i know now more than ever
that this segment reaches the center

and if i could open her eyes
she could unite me
with her circumference
and if i could open her eyes
she could be with me
as it all crashes down

i can tell by her eyes
that she's been abused
but i think she finds comfort
in being used
she's found a way to kill the pain
that's eating at her heart
and if she doesn't take control
this devil will tell her soul apart

up close you can see
it's become routine
and the bruises can faintly be seen
'cause the make-up on her arms
isn't thick enough to hide the marks

she comes close
then backs away
she's paid to tease me in this way
please come close
don't go away
i'd reach for her
she's just say

don't touch me
maybe we can negotiate

and if i could open her eyes
she could unite me
with her circumference
and if i could open her eyes
she could be with me
as the tower crashes down