Angels

I've bled myself out through scars
as i looked into your eyes i passed stars
and as these fallen angels cry
i sprout these wings on which i fly
pretending that they're all a dreams
they tease me with banshee screams
and i am pulled in by their lips
on my skin i feel their cold finger tips
am i in some kind of sleep
i pray these angels my soul to keep

i've bled myself out thourgh scars
as i looked into your eyes i passed stars
as i died i fell deeper into you
and i new less and less of what to do
and as these tears fall out my eyes
these angels take pleasure from my cries