Tongues of Others - Fall From Grace

She screamed she was swarming with locusts Halos circling above her head like vultures Eyeing carrion cooking beneath deserted desert sun Maggots grew from her fingertips stretching towards me Like tentacles grasping for the softness of my throat Pulling at the strings of my heart with her desolate touch Compassion bruised corpses on the dance floor bump and grind Fragile angel wings diseased with lice and fleas Free falling from the grace of Heaven’s Gates The last supper plagued with conversations drenched in impending deceptions and its weight in gold and blood The solitude of bayou country and banjo twangs The skepticism of fabled story tales Condemnation of indulgence and redemption The lies we’re fed from birth to death I’ve seen angels fall from grace Like a promise god forgot to keep