Demonize - the devil in me
By way of wicked men - with their wicked tongues clacking
I don't mind - chastise
Taste my lips - they burn from the running...

Chorus:
I've touched the sun on high
And tore my mind as I fell from the sky
I've burned my tongue in thirst of peace
Like a horrid bolt from the blue
I guild the lily and find nothing in you
So I wash my hands so clean of this

Lay me down - cast a sun shadow
Let me blind my gaze - on you, you jackdaw widow
The waking hours - have slowed
Breathe it in - for your embrace has become a garrote...

Chorus:
I've touched the sun on high
And tore my mind as I fell from the sky
I've burned my tongue in thirst of peace
Like a horrid bolt from the blue
I guild the lily and find nothing in you
So I wash my hands so clean of this

The crescendo to your revenge has fallen on deaf ears
For in fullness of time, all will mean nothing
Your kind I've learned off pat through these fruitless years
But I've got it in the neck for conducting this symphony

In a way...

Chorus:
I've touched the sun on high
And tore my mind as I fell from the sky
I've burned my tongue in thirst of peace
Like a horrid bolt from the blue
I guild the lily and find nothing in you
So I wash my hands so clean of this