An Allergy To Silver - The Banner

I’m begging you to kill, to free, to be, to be my angel, angel of mercy

Because I’ve tried and failed to fall upon my silver sword redemption

But it’s the nature of the beast to slay, the boney hand that reaps

I beg you now on bloody broken knee slay it while it sleeps

Each breath haunted by dreams of horrors committed by hands oddly familiar yet

twisted and curved

The mental imagery pours out upon the table like so much evidence,

like photos of a scene

Of memories I couldn’t burn from my mind with burning knives

Traces of crimson cross the door frame and my dirty jeans

But I simply can’t recall how I got home again or how I got back into bed

And I’m tasting iron, I should be tasting silver

I’ve run it through my mind, this isn’t suicide, this is self defense

So please remember me for the boy I used to be, for the smiles

For the miles we stalked back in Jersey

And she said «this song reads like your saying goodbye.»

And I’m saying goodbye

Scared to sleep perchance to dream, to wake sweaty and shaking from the screams

No more nights with their eyes.

No more nights