Awaiting on the horizon of fate,
The angel sits with no hate...

The dark one flys like an angel,
Her wings are misty gray...

Withering decay worth at least one little kiss,
Thrown from the stars into an abyss...

Sometimes these worthless,
Feelings of self hatred...

Melting thoughts of disintegration,
Hitting deep her insistence...

Post up all your pretty pictures
Listen to all of last years instrumentals...

I just need to touch you once more,
Before you leave here...

Hatred blossoms,
With no fear...

She gets so angry then looks up and thanks me
Awoke to a call one oh six in the morning...

Fight fire with water,
And pain with greed...

I hope you fall in love with that monster,
The one that occupies the foot of youre bed...

All of them my angels,
Who guide me with their words...