Verse 1)
The mirror doesn’t crack when you walk by
It doesn’t show the rot or the wings you try to hide.
We’re built on a fault line, steady and strange,
A garden of lilies, a basement of rage.
You can feed the hungry with your right hand’s grace,
While the left one’s busy erasing a face.
It’s not a switch you flip, or a line in the sand,
It’s the marrow in the bone and the dirt on the hand.
(Chorus)
There’s a wolf in the chapel, a saint in the cage,
We’re writing the gospel on a blood-spattered page.
You’ve got to taste the iron to know the wine is sweet,
You’ve got to feel the winter to worship the heat.
We’re the nectar and the venom, the anchor and the flood,
Carrying the heaven and the hell in our blood.
(Verse 2)
But there’s a hum in the hollow, a sweet, heavy pull,
The feast of the flesh when the spirit is full.
It starts like a whisper, a velvet-lined room,
A beautiful fever that leads to the tomb.
Some dive in the water just to see if they sink,
But the nectar is toxic when it’s all that you drink.
They go past the point where the light can reach back,
Lost in the velvet, dissolved in the black.
(Bridge)
(Music strips back to a haunting, singular guitar riff)
How do you know the dawn if you’ve never seen the night?
How do you claim the peace if you’ve never picked the fight?
You walked through the briars, you felt every thorn,
That’s how you knew the rose was worth being born.
The scar is the proof that you chose to be whole,
The shadow defines the shape of the soul.
(Chorus)
There’s a wolf in the chapel, a saint in the cage,
We’re writing the gospel on a blood-spattered page.
You’ve got to taste the iron to know the wine is sweet,
You’ve got to feel the winter to worship the heat.
We’re the nectar and the venom, the anchor and the flood,
Carrying the heaven and the hell in our blood.
(Outro)
The grey between the ribs...
(Don't let the dark swallow the light)
The taste of the salt...
(Don't let the sweet become the bite)
Just a step away.
From the angel.
From the animal.
Both are you.
Both are you.