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...
Mar 15, 2015
Mar 15, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
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...
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