No will, no reason and no need No dreams breed in the breathless sleep The dead don't dream the nightmares of the living Are not possesed with taking and not conserned about giving
The restless rush from nine to five Won't bother those who're neath the ground The saddest song of broken heart Wont be sang by those with no blood
You can go forward, or go back But you may never stop, You choose to live, or choose to die The flower, or the hanging rope
On wings of bats, or angel wings You will rise to the sky In afterlife there is no choice You've chosen once, you chose to die.
Fly, fallen angel of mine Touched the sun and got burnt. Fly, fallen angel of mine It's your chance to meet God What have you become...