Heaven is hanging behind my eyes. 
Death's burning in my flames. 

Dance nocturnal born in me by blood. 
Some ghosts are banished and some stories are told. 

I've worshipped my sins and sacraments freely
and broken my little foolish heart
and like a puppet I've been living and dying
with wings each torn apart. 
Laid myself down
with stiches, knives and secrets. 

Made myself to become the priestress
of sums and substitutes. 

Heaven's hanging behind my eyes. 

And I promised to burn it down. 

Like some ghosts are banished
and some stories are told.