Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground

- A polaroid of shame

The last angel's pathetic fame



The face of deceit with nails in her feet

She's a preacher deprived from her voice

A punctured lung is creating noise



The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child

The revocation of empathy

The sound from a million dreams and scars

Termination Bliss



Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak ”why?”

- The bloody end of a dream

Slit the throat and taste the cream



She wears her crown on a head that's bowed deep down

A dying picture of lies

A tortured saint fed to the flies