Текст песни Deathstars - Termination bliss

Here she comes down, As her wings get nailed to the ground A Polaroid of shame The last angel's pathetic fame The face of deceit with nails in her feet She's a preacher deprived from her voice A punctured lung is creating noise The cry that she made Was the cry of a dying child The revocation of empathy The sound from a million Dreams and scars Termination Bliss Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?" The bloody end of a dream Slit the throat and taste the cream She wears her crown On a head that's bowed deep down A dying picture of lies A tortured saint fed to the flies
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