Lullaby for lucifer

Flesh lines the wings in bodies like rings,
to thread abuse and throw away,
dreamin' purity for too much obscurity
of flesh satisfied of chemistry and electrons.

All my body burning in flames
mark of Kain in my veins to hold down on me,
to hold out on that now I belong to you.
To get drunk of blood like it's champagne,
naked on the threshold of your arcana, to hold down me,
hold out on that now I belong to you.

Paralized on the floor, I see the
doors of perceptions givin' me new eyes.
Too see like my life is inside a cryptic triptych of Bosch
with demons insects and old dated lies.

And I feel like a golem in your hands.
I feel like a fallen angel with a brand in my wings,
in my scars, in my sins, damned like a rockstar in a heaven
without a stage where to sing to god.
one's own perplexity on this reality
made of dark light and demonangel duality.
Give me a chance, give me a sense,
give me something to go ahead, from shell 'd' of
Ieptonic hell to a real heaven.

Loneliness is lullaby for Lucifer in HIS nightmare.