Her wings covered in blood
Her body covered in mud...
(This is my friends...get over it.)
I could smell no fear...
(This is a song...to the tune of angels we have...
Angels we have heard a lie...
You open your mouth to breath, but instead of air...
Why is it that the people who say that we can come...
Juliet loves the beast, and the lust it commands; drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands Romeo. |
Everybody loves you when you're dead. |
As we all form one dark flame. |