No Beacon to Illuminate Our Fall

That star used to shine But it fell below the line Dropped under my eyes Thrown to the old shade And shall never live again In the parlour of dusk, inception of suspense Channeling words to trouble the quiet Surrender into the dark spread of a wing It's visible now how our past freedom turns to dust Approaching our departure No solace in our call Scattered across the skyline No beacon to illuminate our fall No dreaming back to everlasting light I arm my dead mind With the final reason Will sell it to the lowest bidder My final reason Aim below the axis Lose even more Every day It won't matter if you get back beneath my hand No black magic ever enough to command Sedated Turning myself in Complicated The more you hurt The more I love you Vacated The sickness tears my skin Terminated The more you hurt The more I love you Spent Can't undo Nausea divine Drifting off from life And won't Make it back