Why now am I smitten? My wings melted off by the sun Amidst a retina divided to fractions All fragments victims of apprehension
Benighted by infinite failures Since I've been stained by this rapture I spit at the sun and the moon Now I take my pain and walk the path Drenched with the blood of the angels What will become of me?
As I paint my walls with suggestion No multiple colos, all shades of black I take my place among the ruins of our lost generation All systems screaming, all but one
Now I keep this pain, a token of hate Will eat my scars and throw them up again Become my sin, become my scythe, pierce my skin Turn my cards face down
Now as I look to the sky, Lost, it has my admiration Free from the damned, that pulls the world down Now I take my pain and walk the path Drenched with the blood of the angels What will become of me?
Benighted by infinite failures Since I've been stained by this rapture I spit at the sun and the moon Now I take my pain and walk the path Drenched with the blood of the angels What will become of me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
