Rusty halos rest on some.
Not their fault, just the result of wear.
Living in the dark and dangerous slums,
Where hope dies and feeds despair.

Not their fault, just the result of wear.
Angels fade and demons grow.
Where hope dies and feeds despair.
Together we face the snow.

Angels fade and demons grow
The angels will fall ill
Together we face the snow
Plotting out the final ****.

The angels will fall ill.
Crushed by their own sins.
Plotting out the final ****
Putting on the victim’s skin.

Crushed by their own sins
Living in the dark and dangerous slums
Putting on the victim’s skin
Rusty halos rest on some