Оригинален текст
Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground
- A polaroid of shame
The last angels pathetic fame
The face of deceit with nails in her feet
Shes 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 blood end of a dream
Slit the throat and taste the cream
She wears her crown on a head thats bowed deep down
A dying picture of lies
A tortured saint fed to the flies