This is my favorite song that my band does, totally cradle of filth style

RISE

I hand you a rose covered in thorns
Ripped to shreds my heart is torn
Summon the virgin then cut the vein
I remember your face fading into the rain
I am a blessing for death is a slave
Bury my body unto the common grave
You are cursed for death is a plague
Bury my body unto the common grave

Suicidal knives dig into weak flesh
I bear the answer within my self
Chivalrous knight slays a bloody maiden
Look to the sky for the flight of the raven
Wilting flower gardens in weeping dark
Breathless veins encasing my heart
Poetic daggers carve a blank stanza
Painting black flowers on a white canvas

{I AM THE ANGEL OF HOPE}

The smiles are so scary
Your voice is so hollow
And now I see the pain in your eyes
You black out my eyes
I cut out your heart
And now the suicide is never justified

Screams like razors in the cradle of silence
Filthy little priest of chaos death
Stuck in a prism of the same tormental torture
Acid singes your rotten breath

{I AM THE DEAD FAIRY}

Scream at me, stitch the scars
Lightless prison, razor bars
Kill the pain, and the life
Throw away the stained knife

Now I see the torment Now I see the screams
With this dull sickle I will reap the agony
Now I see the torment Now I see the screams
With this dull sickle I will reap the agony

{I AM THE SAINT OF HEAVEN AND HELL}

“Above the world like ashes falling”

If the world is neither fair nor unfair
How do we contrast love and war
And if we’re supposed to say it like it is
Why did we develop the metaphor?

Rise into the spirit world Rise into the spirit world
...rise into the spirit world...

{I AM THE DEAD ROSE}

Suicide Scars, Call my name
Butcher knives, Singe my veins
Slashed arms, End my pain
Straitjacket orchestra quill of the insane

Disassociative personality
Transvestite porno drag-queen
Stereotypical reckless teen
Grass is blue and sky is green

{I AM DEADLIFE}

Sickening reality pines for burning truth
Bleeding, kneeling, screaming from the abuse
Sleep without nightmares crying of the rape
Watching my demise on your perverted tape

Anne Rice novels read in a vampyric diseased trance
Black roses are leading to my gothic romance
Lady slipper flowers wilting in dirty mud
Rampaging orchids dripping with truthful blood

This silence is as loud as screaming
With this knife I sew my eyes shut
This loneliness is so self-loathing
With this knife, my veins, I cut

“The serpent bleeding on the crucifix
Calls my name and now I see
Voices are as sharp as cleavers
Waiting to cut me down”

Anorexic Sex Fiend, skinny sick and bones
Bulemic Broken Ribs, rotten sticks and stones

I love being the broken, but i can't be the breaker