Vessels - Black Wing Lyrics

These black days, darkening. Harrowing being
Endless sleep I won't reach until it takes me
Salvation won't come to me on these wounded knees
I'll fight on these mangled feet. Burden to carry
Satan's own escapee. Death won't take me
I guarantee this broke body will not break me
An imperfect vessel for an imperfect soul
I can only be certain I'll never be whole
Grow now, my black wings
Grow now, my black wings
Grow now, my black wings
A body befallen in decrepitness
Unrelenting march of time, lethargically
Drawn and quartered
A broken godly gift
Table scraps of deities
The crumbs of broken bread
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
As the death bells toll, feel my black wings grow from my back
I the mortal angel trapped between the gates of life
Dark technology, dead androidic cells breed in me
The living dead weight of this failed appendage: black wing
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Reaper slicing for this tattered human husk fraying
He cannot take soul but leave a burning hole through me
Rehabilitate, corpse reanimate and affixed
The living dead weight of this failed appendage: black wing
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs

These black days, darkening. Harrowing being
Endless sleep I won't reach until it takes me
Salvation won't come to me on these wounded knees
I'll fight on these mangled feet. Burden to carry
Satan's own escapee. Death won't take me
I guarantee this broke body will not break me
An imperfect vessel for an imperfect soul
I can only be certain I'll never be whole
Grow now, my black wings
Grow now, my black wings
Grow now, my black wings
A body befallen in decrepitness
Unrelenting march of time, lethargically
Drawn and quartered
A broken godly gift
Table scraps of deities
The crumbs of broken bread
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
As the death bells toll, feel my black wings grow from my back
I the mortal angel trapped between the gates of life
Dark technology, dead androidic cells breed in me
The living dead weight of this failed appendage: black wing
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Reaper slicing for this tattered human husk fraying
He cannot take soul but leave a burning hole through me
Rehabilitate, corpse reanimate and affixed
The living dead weight of this failed appendage: black wing
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs
Time heals all wounds
Time builds all tombs