Wild Throne

Blood Maker

Maker, fucking show me what you're made of
You watch us through your window
You did the best you could
Father, in the skies I see a fire
And if I told you it's the devil
Would you look him in the eye?

You're breaking my heart
I cry up to God
But you've gone to meet your maker in the sky

Maker, and in your name I say a prayer
To send me to the gallows, and put me in her arms
Angel, and in her eyes I see halos

And though your days were good and long
You've gone and left me here, oh, iron bells
Ring for me, pray for me, they can't have you
Visions of angels distracted by liars and thieves
Thieves of the progress and all that we've achieved
In your heart

You're breaking my heart
I cry up to God
But you've gone to meet your maker in the sky

I love you, and when I see you again
You will bring me to my knees
When my heart-strings no longer bleed
Dried up and cold in the ground
God isn't scared of you
God he loves you if you show him where you bleed
In your heart