Trapped between these bleeding walls of eternity
Knowing you're behind them
You, burried by self means
A sacred silence now broken by the chorus of lies
Your mind is twisting, stirring in silent poisons
Your lips bleeds anger
Your heart bleeds truth
But what do broken angels know?
To make you cry the world to be forgotten?
For we know the dead can die lifeless
But love, I warn you:
I know the dead can die before....
Broken Angels
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