you've never seen
the wings of a fallen angel
fall into a cloak of starless night
sobbing into an abyss
who has the thorns
it's hard to tell
who has been ripped
of their feathers of light
because I speak all lies against the truth
the devil can't lie the way I can to you
and you sprinkle poison in your sickly words
to make it hard to tell
oh and angels desperately want to belong
they'll rip out their eyes and band their hands
and devils want that freedom to soar
but that's exclusively for the naïveté
will the opposites clasp hands?
will the empire fall?
will society react?
will they consider the meaning of it all?
golden locks spun into her scalp
tumbles downward snip snip
stormy eyes observes
to see what words to equip
