In days of darkness
When days are cold
Then condescending
Our forgotten souls
Then through the daylight
I talk to you
To my sisters of mercy
It's true
Blackened sky above the wire
City hums like funeral fire
Streetlight saints with vacant eyes
Selling hope in thin disguise
Every promise made of rust
Every prayer reduced to dust
I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess
Hands are clean, the soul is not
Every truth we overwrought
Revelus
Revelus
I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess
Every promise made of rust
Every prayer reduced to dust
I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess
I don’t kneel, I don’t confess
I wear the mark, I wear the mess
So save me
