Angel کے بول

You liked your angel with wings So you stole her from heaven Wrapped her in diamonds And rings for the burden she carries Isn't it a curse That you get to face what you deserve? Isn't it a burden You get away with hurt so easy? Dust off my wings, I might need them if I see a way out How can I grieve when I'm dead and the fairytale plays out? Just before I hit the ground I get the feeling that it might work out Just before I hit the ground I get the feeling that it might work out Beyond the edges of time I've known infinite light, I've flown What fallen place has me Confined to a dimension where My kind is hunted for sport Paraded around your courts Angels deserve to die, but it's a last resort These taxidermy wings will beat once again Brought to life by the whisper of my sister