Tales of giants are real
Tales of fairies are real
Then why are tales of angels fake?

Angels bleed
Angels cry
There wings are black
They're full of concrete
They fall
They break their necks
They kill each other
This means we're in heaven

Fine I won't stay
I won't talk
There's nothing to say
The death row I'll walk
Burn my brain
Scorch my soul
Death will rain
But I'm still whole

I shall stand above you, skulls and roses laying at my feet, as metamorphic angels sing that of sorrow...

You may fight with an iron fist, but when the fist is unclenched, it must be a hand of kindness and second chances.

I've got this song in my head
Three words three chords and a bridge
And now it's time to let it sing

Get lost in the twilight
Wander in the moonlight
Wonder in the starlight
Respect sight, respect sound
Respect night