From a Fallen Angel

Open your wings

You can fly away from illness.

As a razor... your wings
You fly away to leave your sins.

Just try to walk, perhaps you'll run
you try to do it, but you just fall.

... So why does the lightning hits where there's silver inside?.



And I'm dead, and lying in cold water.
I'm dead, gone, and no one's screaming my name.
Not you, not her, nor him.

I lay in this freezing water.
I'm dead
I'm gone.
I've killed for your name... but I'm no martyr.