Angels To Dust
September Mourning
Giving up slowly underneath the weight of this world
Shedding my white wings, watching as the halo burns
If I scream out striking out, die out
Or if you're haunting like a form of flame
In the end when we've lost our only trust
We'll turn from angels into dust
'Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing, nothing left of us
I can hear the voices from a thousand years
Uninvited, living in between my tears
If I scream out striking out, die out
Or if you are haunting like a form of flame
In the end when we've lost our only trust
We'll turn from angels into dust
'Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing, nothing left of us
In the end when we've lost our only trust
We'll turn from angels into dust
'Till there is nothing
Nothing!
In the end when we've lost our only trust
We'll turn from angels into dust
'Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
And in sign of who we are
We'll turn from dust into the stars
Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing, nothing left of us
The project is in motion
All is as you have foreseen
Of course.there is however a small matter with the hybrid
She is unpredictable and seems to be outside of your influence in some way
We must end her