Preacher, preacher with your hollow eyes Nailing shadows to the sky What’s the sermon in my scars? Just a ghost in this broken jar
I’m a puzzle missing half its frame Left to drown in your holy shame
You took my sunlight! (Fed it to the flames) Left me with gravestones! (Carved in better names) Now I haunt these memories (Kicking dust from photograph frames)
She was June rain on summer skin Now just whispers on the wind I wore pride like a suit of lead Should’ve screamed instead
Sometimes in the static hum (I swear I hear your laugh) The past is just a loaded gun (I’m tired of playing catch)
You took my sunlight! (Fed it to the flames) But I’m the phoenix now! (Rising from your grave) These gates won’t hold me (I’m kicking through the rusted chains)
