Giving
up slowly
Underneath the weight of this world
Shedding my white wings
Watching as the halo burns
If I scream I'm striking out
Down,
always going haunting Like a form of flame
In the end,
when we've lost our only trust We'll turn from angels into dust
Till there's nothing,
nothing left of us
Nothing,
nothing left of us Nothing,
nothing left of us
I can hear now Voices from a thousand years
Screaming out, striking out Down,
always going haunting Like a form of flame
In the end,
when we've lost our only trust We'll turn
from angels into dust Till there's nothing,
nothing left of us Nothing,
nothing left of us Nothing,
nothing
left of us
In the end, when we've
lost our only trust
We'll turn from angels into dust Till there's nothing,
nothing left of us
In the end,
when we've lost our only trust We'll turn from angels into dust
And this time of who we are will turn from drunken to the stars
Till there's nothing, nothing left of us
Nothing,
nothing left of us
Nothing,
nothing left of us
Your influence in some way We must enter