The Lens

An angel enters in a skull in her hand

Casket for a purse hoping to reverse

Scars that life can leave hidden up her sleave

Performs a silent mass to purify the past

This blackened heart wears virgin white

Oppression lit by candlelight

But then you change before my eyes

I see your face as I am looking through the lens

No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens

An angel sits alone, awaiting kodachrome

Striking dark facade to pose for for other gods

Take off the mask that hides the fears

Those nightmares of abusive years

And then you change before my eyes

I see your face as I am looking through the lens

No more disgrace as I am looking through the lens

I see beyond the painted walls of your defense

I see your face as I am looking through the lens

An angel for a day, she turns to fly away

Removes the wedding gown, there'll be no hiding now

And then you'll change before my eyes