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Crimson Veil - Ribbons Lyrics



Crimson Veil - Ribbons Lyrics




She tore me to ribbons
Guess that's all I am
Heaven sows the seeds of light
I just turned and ran
Halo, light tripping,
I'm absolved of a thousand expectations
It's a shame though, to be slipping
See those embers down below

In all these worlds
I would never succumb
To the light flickering
Tempting the flame, the flames

I am made of splinters
Scattered from the shards
Heaven tricks my path with light
For every fallen star
Oh Daemon, guide me slowly
I'm ashamed of a lifetime of weakness
Am I the white crow?
Secrets lost in a mouth of vertigo

A fate that's winding
These ribbons become strings
To the place, it's quickening
It shakes it's mighty wings

Like connoisseurs they picked me
Out of the shallow bowl
Promising division
To tear my gentle soul
I am cut from mother
Head up on the spike
So far from shepherd's pasture
Into the open wide

A jaw-line
Blood dripping from the strike
Still alive but barely breathing
In a while I'll tend again and amend for my shadow

My path is fortune
My price sharp and cold
My light is flickering
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She tore me to ribbons
Guess that's all I am
Heaven sows the seeds of light
I just turned and ran
Halo, light tripping,
I'm absolved of a thousand expectations
It's a shame though, to be slipping
See those embers down below

In all these worlds
I would never succumb
To the light flickering
Tempting the flame, the flames

I am made of splinters
Scattered from the shards
Heaven tricks my path with light
For every fallen star
Oh Daemon, guide me slowly
I'm ashamed of a lifetime of weakness
Am I the white crow?
Secrets lost in a mouth of vertigo

A fate that's winding
These ribbons become strings
To the place, it's quickening
It shakes it's mighty wings

Like connoisseurs they picked me
Out of the shallow bowl
Promising division
To tear my gentle soul
I am cut from mother
Head up on the spike
So far from shepherd's pasture
Into the open wide

A jaw-line
Blood dripping from the strike
Still alive but barely breathing
In a while I'll tend again and amend for my shadow

My path is fortune
My price sharp and cold
My light is flickering
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Writer: ANNA MYLEE, HANA PIRANHA, SIMON JUSTIN FIELD, MISHKIN FITZGERALD, GARRY MITCHELL
Copyright: Lyrics © SMV Schacht Musikverlage GmbH & Co. KG

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