Oh, Sleeper

I am the rival. I am the one who speaks in whispers.
Hear me now, dear, weak forgiver.
Hear me now, weak forgiver. Hear me now...
Don't send an angel to face the devil.
Your wasting power on grace. A maggot will always seek to feed from the grave,
Where I'll lead them and teach them to feast on the skin that defeats them, the skin they crave.
"If you could see like me you'd see you haven't won anything.
If you could see like me you'd see, it's by my grace that you're breathing."
If you could see like me you'd see you haven't won anything.
If you could see like me you'd see.
Every night I start my rise, climbing high into the morning sky,
But soon after I lose your bride and I damn your son for stealing my light.