Текст песни Deathstars - Termination bliss

Here she comes down,As her wings get nailed to the groundA Polaroid of shameThe last angel's pathetic fameThe face of deceit with nails in her feetShe's a preacher deprived from her voiceA punctured lung is creating noiseThe cry that she madeWas the cry of a dying childThe revocation of empathy

The sound from a millionDreams and scarsTermination BlissBlessed under a lie,Her last little weak "why?"The bloody end of a dreamSlit the throat and taste the creamShe wears her crownOn a head that's bowed deep downA dying picture of liesA tortured saint fed to the flies
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