A healing fault is open now, crevassing my way

Something new will flower through the old decay

Angels of the media are radiant and clear

Tuning in, I siphon their fuel of fear

I scale across their veils of prayer, torn and televised

They reinject their vision; I see through their eyes

I think it's gonna blow tonight

My wings wanna glow up bright

I broke free from a deep desire

Stoke my phoenix fire

Cupid laughs as I reclaim my shiny golden spears

For a bell of love, melted down through the years

And they're pierced up on the edge of night

With nothing more to say

A massacre of valentines await the day

Wringing into my new form, ringing out the past

Flying low, I hear the toll of shadows cast