God, I am no angel.
I'm crying blood
and bleeding tears
So why was I sent here?

The only angel I might be
is the angel of death
Everything I touch
takes its last breath

I have wings, indeed
but they are not vast
enough to shelter
all of humanity

So even when I go,
and leave demons behind,
I would not be a fallen angel.
Because did I even rise?

Even when I go,
just know there are
a million, trillion
angels still by your side.

But who'll protect you like I did?
I promise, that if from above,
I see your wings break,
I would surely fall... again.