Lose Your Head

Bittersweet memories

Reform an amalgam of loyalty

Curses cast in the name of spite

Leave scars

Unspoken

Through the dying night

Generations come and go

Yet tears stay frozen through melted snow

Leave your baggage with the dead

But be sure not to lose your head

Through the pews of an old, rustic room

Echo memories from before the womb

(Dios te salve, María)

Carving scars beneath a truth

Could you say, in a way, it’s a game

Of rewriting pain in distorted hues

(Dios te salve, María)

Searching for a holy view

Obscure the parts within your heart

An apostolic work of art

You know that it’s the only way to

Run away, run away

See through the superficial fluff

Laced with a sacrificial snuff

You know that it’s the only way to

Run away, run away

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Bleeding through the rubble

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Scared of causing trouble

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Knowing that the house of God

Was built upon the martyr’s claws

But, even with the days she couldn’t ever run away

Aching for the storybook ending she yearned for

Rereading every page trapped in a melancholic daze

Still praying

Oh, Lord, please tell them that I say

I need a family there for me, ah

(I know we’re still grieving these feelings

But why can’t you all understand)

This decapitated apathy

(Repeating again and again)

As the cycle takes my head

I live as a lamb for the lucidly damned

Still losing my grip from this body

They all point and laugh, but can you be mad

I'm just not the way that they want me

I’m running from time, but really, I’m fine

I’m not gonna lie, I’m pissed that

God made me this way in a morbid exchange

Of theatrics and heavenly fate

Obscure the damage in your heart

A vitriolic work of art

You know that it’s the only way to

Hide away, hide away

See through the superficial fluff

Laced with a sacrificial snuff

You know that it’s the only way to

Hide away, hide away

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Bleeding through the rubble

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Scared of causing trouble

Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha

Knowing that the house of God

Was built upon the martyr’s claws

I wish you loved me in a way that didn’t hurt

I wish you knew me more than the parts of me you burned

I know you’re all trying to change, so it pains me to say how I’ve given up

I’ve found solace in feeling stuck

But, even with the days things never ever seem to change

Done waiting for that storybook ending I yearned for

Tearing out every page while cursing out a daemon’s name

Still praying

Oh, Lord, please hear me when I say

That, even with the days she couldn’t ever run away

Aching for the childish ending she yearned for

Rereading every page trapped in a melancholic daze

Still praying

Oh, God, I’m begging them to say

We’ll be the family that you need, ah

(I know we’re still grieving these feelings

But why can’t you all understand)

This decapitated agony

(Repeating again and again)

As the cycle takes my head

Generations come and go

Yet tears stay frozen through melted snow

(I know we’re still grieving these feelings

But why can’t you all understand)

Leave your baggage with the dead

(Repeating again and again)

But be sure not to lose your head