Strange Lyrics - Singles - Psychotic Waltz

your order is your anarchy 

your violence your peace 

your gospel is your blasphemy 

your famine is your feast 

destruction is your architect 

your woman and your priest 

I fear your falling sanctuary's 

soon to be your beast 

I believe in something strange 

the prophecies are closing in 

upon us one by one 

the angels of the seven churches 

maiden of the sun 

silent lay the gentle lamb 

the prayer and the gun 

I believe the gates above 

are closed to everyone 

I believe in something strange 

Prophets and angels fall from the altar 

weak is the grip of the hand of the brave 

pray for the bleeding that lie in the shatters 

pray for the dying that lie in their graves 

submission through guilt and fear 

is not what I had in mind 

and my blood has run far too thin 

among the hands of you all 

and I'm afraid I have nothing 

left for you 

a symphony of tragedy 

awakes a watchful eye 

a serenade of agony 

pours down from the sky 

the dancers of catastrophe 

go quickly spinning by 

I begin to understand 

the simple reason why 

I believe in something strange 

strange this song of mine