She's got the voice of an angel
Her lips conform with gods
I'm unable to be stable
So I sit and nod
I've got the voice of a Demon
A gargoyle in the night
Drawing followers out of the light
And I never see what I really need because what I really need is to see.
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 11:47 PM UTC
She's got the voice of an angel
Her lips conform with gods
I'm unable to be stable
So I sit and nod
I've got the voice of a Demon
A gargoyle in the night
Drawing followers out of the light
And I never see what I really need because what I really need is to see.
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