Through the Eyes of the Dead - Two Inches from a Main Artery Lyrics

by Light This City
Album: This Calling 
Broken glass

broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face

now she is imprisoned in a place not for the weakened heart

a land filled with miles of fire and the lamb dine on the priest

you can't save her

Broken glass is the reason she'll remember my face

now she is imprisoned in a place not for the weakened heart

62 reasons to remember my face

This is my idea of beauty

laid to rest beneath a blanket of leaves

waiting for an angel to come save her from this burning paradise

an indelicate display of lacerations across her body

this is my idea of beauty

you can't save her