You liked your angel with wings
So you stole her from heaven
Wrapped her in diamonds
And rings for the burden she carries
Isn't it a curse
That you get to face what you deserve?
Isn't it a burden
You get away with hurt so easy?
Dust off my wings, I might need them if I see a way out
How can I grieve when I'm dead and the fairytale plays out?
Just before I hit the ground
I get the feeling that it might work out
Just before I hit the ground
I get the feeling that it might work out
Beyond the edges of time
I've known infinite light, I've flown
What fallen place has me
Confined to a dimension where
My kind is hunted for sport
Paraded around your courts
Angels deserve to die, but it's a last resort
These taxidermy wings will beat once again
Brought to life by the whisper of my sister
