Awaiting on the horizon of fate,
The angel sits with no hate,
Ready to kiss whatever might wait.
Fierce and enraged, worse than just broken,
Like the bottle that fell when I was awoken,
Shattered into pieces, one was saved as a token.
I'm finaly worn down to the bone,
Face smashed in and blowen out knees,
Here I am, waiting for you all alone.
Never wanted to be a hero, never wanted to be anything,
It’s a rush to build this legacy, then leave you with a sting,
Listen to the angel’s words, written up from the ground I sing.
