Holy Figures

On these four walls see holy figures, curtains drawn but the souls still linger He had an inner twin never told me, stare was broken arms folded I held the one without the wings, pressed like a flower in the service of the king A violet is violence is violent, painted as virtue your silence is golden These bare walls seen figures holy, hardly a line the back pages only Read like fiction on the surface, history with a different purpose I held the one without the wings yeah, pressed like a flower in the service of the king A rose is the tone of a word, it’s written in stone your silence is golden, golden What came down, what came down What came down to you my love? What came down? Walking, shining