It was raining today just like yesterday and the day before that
It will rain tomorrow just like today and the day after tomorrow

Describing how you feel after 3 am
When everything in the world gets a little darker
Never was and never will be an easy thing to do
Unspoken words en hidden secrets will come out
After 3 am everything in the world is a little different

Some people open their hearts and speak their minds
Others will break down, give themselves more tigerstripes
she speaks with the demons and dances with the angels

In the end it doesn't matter what you do after that
All I care about is that after 3 am you will be still here
And I can hear your heart beat against mine, I can hear you breath

Because everything what happens after 3 am
Will be our secret and if you are still here in the morning
I just need you to know that I couldn’t be more prouder.

he would never understand why God sent one of his angels
to a man whose soul belongs to the devil.

Shes the angel that watches over me
For she sees my bad and good,
She understood the reasons why,
For her I never had to apologize

I see visions of her in my sleep,
She weeps away as morning creeps
The arising sun hits,
As her spirit begins split

I had trouble making it through the day
I pray that she finds her way
Or I will end up having to collapse
I take naps,
hoping to receive visions back
For old visions of her always comeback
For now she is where it is not black
"Heaven"

In my arms lies a broken angel.
Her golden halo strung from her neck.
Her arms are covered in battle wounds, That spell out the hateful words that she always listened to.
I gently brushed her blonde locks from her face and kissed her eyes, whispering to her, once again, another good night.
I then gently laid her down in a bed of roses to let her sleep away the monsters.
Those that haunted her innocence and stole her youth.
Those that put her in the predicament of her broken heart

the demons always told me Im better off dead
that the world is a more colorful when I am not around

nobody ever heard me crying, alone in my room
they didn't noticed I was dying, alone in my head

I always pretended my life was a daydream
but everytime I began to believe I was okay
the devil came back he opened the gates to hell
the monsters and lonely ghost' came out of my closet
they told me the most cruel things, you cant even imagine

my mind is filled with dark and sick thoughts
and I realize my life really is a nightmare
Im screaming for someone to wake me up
but it is to late, my soul is forever lost on the sea of the broken

maybe I am better off dead.

Heed not what you perceive
Enthroned inside a hopeless dream
You won't see tomorrow
Oh the throes of woe that follow

Order and fear con-
tinual indoctrination conditioning the masses
minds exposed to so-
cietal disease and fiction, damnation
Order through fear per-
petual misinformation
Transitioning to madness
Minds explode to de-
monical seeds of destruction
The eye emblazoned

With a sonic boom
Fate spins her loom
Mushroom clouds in full bloom
They fill the room
Wrought with endless gloom

Spell a certain doom
Now they're entombed
All reduced to statues
No ones excused
Global destruction

Patience, save it, face it
You're under watch
Forbearance, inherent
Ignorance apparent through our existence

Fighting til my death
Masses rising, the
Angels sing-Angels sing
Fighting til my death
Senses fading (I'm done)
Angels sing-Angels sing

Descending into the mind of Chaos-
The semblance fades
Triumphant, turn the tables
Now wake up
Arch-angels blare your trumpets

The end is nigh
Ride pale horse, take me to the edge of celestial shores unknown
Ascending light
Ride pale horse, take me to the edge of celestial shores unknown

There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.

Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.

The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;

Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.

at a very young age I made a deal with lucifer
I was a little kid and the darkness surrounded me
demons telling me stories, the devil was close

my friends were scared and so was my family
I always told them it was okay
not to be like the other childeren

talking with things they couldn't see
seeing things they didn't want to hear

and after a while even my therapist called me special
I hate it when people use words like that
when they actually mean something else

I havent slept very fell since you left,
Delorian come back.