Andy Hull
- Angel of Death
Slowly we become a single mold. Watching as my skin becomes your skin and starts to hold. I was told that there's a wonder in the place our bodies go. Driving round the sins of both my lives will keep you cold. I deserve it, I've been stalling, I've been selfish, I've been wrong. Finally I heard my name, the absolution called. Now I need it, now I crave the writing burned into the wall. Sitting in your hands to watch the ending of it all.
