The Cobbler's Gospel (Cobbler, Cobbler, Mend My Shoe)
Darhk Raven
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Cobbler, cobbler, come to my door
Bring your needle of truth and your hammer of gore
Patch the soles of saints with the skin of the night
Suture the sidewalk where the sinners take flight
Neon crucifixes flicker in the rain
I sell my shadow cheap just to buy back my pain
Whisper in the seam - tell me who I used to be
A portrait of a stranger stitched inside of me
Promises like paper, wet and black with years
You sew my name back on while I forget the tears
Repair or decay - watch the needle dance
Fix what's hollow with a practiced glance
Stitched-soul gospel in a back-alley church
The Cobbler mends my face and I thank him for the hurt
Repair or decay - I'll take the blight
I wear other people just to make it through the night
Tongues of copper, teeth of rust, your gloves smell of oil
You press the seams of memory until the nightmares toil
Identity's a puppet - thread by thread I try
On other people's mirrors and forget I used to cry
You ply your trade on the border of flesh and sin
Sewing my confessions to the soles I walk in
Is the man beneath the stitches mine to claim
Or a counterfeit echo wearing someone else's name
You mend my smile, you mend my collapse
Stitch the fracture shut with a cemetery lapse
Repair or decay - hear the curtain tear
Iron my regrets like a saint in despair
Stitched-soul contract signed in ash and bile
The Cobbler hand-delivers salvation with a smile
Repair or decay - kiss the wound's black blight
I wear other people just to make it through the night
Step into the booth, little sinner. Remove your skin
We'll fold it, press it - make the old self thin
Trade your name for a label. Sign your vow with glue
We'll stitch a better monster
Customized for you
Cobbler, cobbler - mend me whole
Cut the seams where my true heart stole
Cobbler, cobbler - bind me tight
Turn my bones to buttons in the dead of night
Repair or decay - let the bell toll twice
Fix what can't be fixed with a counterfeit device
Stitched-soul gospel preached in ash and bile
The Cobbler hand-delivers salvation with a smile
Repair or decay - watch the fracture close
I wear my patched-up heart like a thorned rose
I wear my patched-up heart
And I chose this
Cobbler, cobbler - sermon in the dark
Mend me into something that will leave no mark
But every stitch remembers the wound it binds
And every patched-up person leaves themselves behind
Only to find, in the mirror's start
They've been mended into something
That can't call itself a heart