you re no act of god you re just cannon fodder you wear that crown of thorns you made like a badge of honor cracked ribs from the hugs that you gave me a sad grin from the love that youd take the mask fits so snug and so safely when i can t live with the sum of mistakes somehow you turn silence to symphonies violence to riveting and moments to years or so it appears when the lights of the city gleam i can do anything noahs ark save me from open heart mania going dark slowly like joan of arcadia maybe the blowing stars home is my savior that i sing to through my pulled apart trachea fist fight just to feel the touch alcohol doesn t heal the cuts needle for the heroin feel the rush there s no hero for this heroine just us3