Night Sculptor Lyrics

Were I to write myself

Que Sera, whatever is hell

My sinner sighs through white wax teeth

And there's grease stains where his hands have been

Out under a glassy eye, patterned on

The moon in the summer sky

Hung around my neck

I want to take it off

Come alone

It's pride that owns the night here

The light is old, it keeps me close

And without fear

With eyes like cut stained glass

He'll bite your tongue

And drink your past

Out under a glassy eye, patterned on

The moon in the summer sky

Hung around my neck

I want to take it off

Come alone

It's pride that owns the night here

The light is old, it keeps me close

And without fear

Come alone

It's pride that owns the night here

The light is old, it keeps me close

And without fear

Let him draw you out

And cast doubt on everything

He'll laugh with his hands nailed down