Floating toward
A god made of stone
He cried on his throne
For all the things he's never done
The pleasures, the lies
The feeling that makes you cry

Blood flowers you'll take
Cutting the head of the snake
Imploding the sun
To shoot a gun

My eyes are melting now
And I can't reach the ground
With my mind mesmerized
Cut my wings!

Blood flowers you'll take
Cutting the head of the snake
Imploding the sun
To shoot a gun
And be the one

My eyes are melting now
And I can't reach the ground
With my mind mesmerized
Cut my wings!