Angels To Dust

Giving up slowly — underneath the weight of this world
Shedding my white wings
Watching as the halo burns
If I scream out, striking out, die out
Always going haunting, from a
In the end
When we’ve lost our only trust
We’ll turn from angels into dust
Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
I can hear them — voices from a thousand years
Uninvited, living in between my tears
If I scream out, striking out, die out
Always going haunting, from a
In the end
When we’ve lost our only trust
We’ll turn from angels into dust
Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
In the end
When we’ve lost our only trust
We’ll turn from angels into dust
Till there is nothing
In the end
When we’ve lost our only trust
We’ll turn from angels into dust
Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
And in sign of who we are
We’ll turn from dust into the stars
Till there is nothing, nothing left of us
The project is in motion
All is as you have foreseen, of course
There is however a small matter of hybrid
She is unpredictable and seems to be outside of your influence in some way
We must end her