| Full moon stares at me | |
| from the ceiling | |
| Shadows are sucking | |
| at my breath | |
| Mind mumbles | |
| in its hibernated halfworld | |
| Love and life grow cold | |
| foretold of their death | |
| Loneliness is full of echoes | |
| distant calls | |
| You know you're lost | |
| when they're coming | |
| out of the walls | |
| Angels of pain | |
| you'll fight in vain | |
| They'll get inside you | |
| they'll drive you insane | |
| Angels of pain | |
| you'll fight in vain | |
| They'll make you reach | |
| your final breaking strain | |
| Wingbeat, heartbeat | |
| the rhythms are alike | |
| Loe one, flutter, stop | |
| and down you go | |
| The jar that holds | |
| this God created spirit | |
| breaks if you bring | |
| its host too low | |
| Loneliness is full of echoes | |
| distant calls | |
| You know you're lost | |
| when they're coming | |
| out of the walls | |
| The sunken stare in their eyes | |
| hollow and blind | |
| Faces with no expression | |
| always leering once behind | |
| Angels of pain... | |
| It's not the years | |
| that wear you down | |
| You grow old by | |
| what they contain | |
| If you choose to bleed | |
| the last laugh is on you | |
| Mocking you | |
| to the oblivion | |
| The angels of pain | |
| Sometimes | |
| I get compelled by the mirrors | |
| To see the image | |
| of what might have been | |
| Hours turn to eons | |
| I dare not to blink my eye | |
| Haunted face of myself | |
| is all that I've seen | |
| The message brought home | |
| is not gentle "father to son" | |
| They throw the revelations | |
| like bullts from a gun | |
| Angels of pain... | |
| They'll make you reach | |
| your final breaking strain | |
| They will drive you insane | |
| They'll never leave | |
| the angels of pain |
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