Angels in the Ground

Angel in the ground

-Sbram45

We wake up, and see, no satisfaction guaranteed.

With a mountain of hate, and no promises to break.

Are love is all lost. Always listen to our boss.

Nobody we'd cry, nobody who'd die.

We get dressed to bland. We don't even understand.

I can barely breathe, watch the window and grieve.

Prepared for our fates. Already use to the taste.

No music to be herd, but we listen to the burn.

This is the life we chose, when we were young and didn't know.

Watch my life slowly go.

Never ask myself why, but in my heart I've already died.

So we'll just listen to the sound, of a thousand angels in the ground.

(About a prostitute)