Romance Me - Disciple

Is solace a hopeless crusade

The grandeur of a raping plague

A portrait that is best forgotten

Bed of fire for the dying orphans

Is there a bridge for the endless mote?

A river for the arid throat?

A sun for the winter flower?

A knight in the weeping hour?

The poison sails on ships with pain my veins have never known

My eyes have seen the glory of the antidote

A love lifted, the curse has left its birthplace

Romance me, Ransom me

A love lifted, in paradise remember me

Romance me, Ransom me

The idol that birthed betrayal

Where eulogies have littered the trail

A song that is sung with a forked tongue

Blackballed by the angels

And we’re dropping like flies

An assault to the eyes

Spraying death in every direction

This infection’s a torrential tide

Amazing, sweet mercy, romance me, ransom me