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The Angels Die
Hot red on freezing white
Another angel died tonight
Nothing's right in the world, now that angels die
Smokey gashes in the mist
That final, stone cold kiss
There's nothing left but to cry, now that angels die
We are but a breath in a gust of wind
We approach death the day our lives begin
The day we're born we start to die, but who'd have thought that angels could die?
Rivers of blood from barren eyes
Useless cries for a forsaken life
Some say I should rot in Hell, they're right
Since there's no Heaven, now that angels die
Another angel died tonight
Nothing's right in the world, now that angels die
Smokey gashes in the mist
That final, stone cold kiss
There's nothing left but to cry, now that angels die
We are but a breath in a gust of wind
We approach death the day our lives begin
The day we're born we start to die, but who'd have thought that angels could die?
Rivers of blood from barren eyes
Useless cries for a forsaken life
Some say I should rot in Hell, they're right
Since there's no Heaven, now that angels die
Published 25th Mar 2018
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