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Composição: Whiplasher Bernadotte

Here she comes down, as their 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 crime

She wears her crown on a head that's bowed

Deep down

A dying picture of lies

A tortured saint fed to the flies