Angels of Broken Things

Sheets of spotless white
Voices fading out
Thoughts are growing dim
As my longest night begins
A dry taste of morphine
Fluorescent lights all gleam
I’m stuck beneath my mind
This isn’t my night
Fallen angels, spread your wings
Take me from this world of broken things
Fallen angels, let your wings
Take me from this bed of thoughts and dreams
Even sleep is full of broken things
I’m settling the score
I have been here before
Then I was in that door
Just cursing the
Fallen angels, spread your wings
Fly me across the seas of burning things
Pills and needles, tears and stings
Fallen angels, save me from these things
Give me black
Put nothing in my dreams