Strange Lyrics

Strange lyrics

your order is your anarchy
your violence your peace
your gospel is your
blasphemy
your famine is your feast
destruction is your architect
your
woman and your priest
I fear your falling sanctuary's
soon to be your
beast
I believe in something strange
the prophecies are closing
in
upon us one by one
the angels of the seven churches
maiden of the
sun
silent lay the gentle lamb
the prayer and the gun
I believe the
gates above
are closed to everyone
I believe in something
strange
Prophets and angels fall from the altar
weak is the grip of the
hand of the brave
pray for the bleeding that lie in the shatters
pray for
the dying that lie in their graves
submission through guilt and fear
is
not what I had in mind
and my blood has run far too thin
among the hands
of you all
and I'm afraid I have nothing
left for you
a symphony of
tragedy
awakes a watchful eye
a serenade of agony
pours down from the
sky
the dancers of catastrophe
go quickly spinning by
I begin to
understand
the simple reason why
I believe in something
strange
strange this song of mine