Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground
- A polaroid of shame
The face of deceit with nails in her feet
She's a preacher deprived from her voice
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?"
- The b***** end of a dream
She wears her crown on a head that's bowed deep down
A dying picture of lies
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
A punctured lung is creating noise
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
- A polaroid of shame
The face of deceit with nails in her feet
She's a preacher deprived from her voice
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?"
- The b***** end of a dream
She wears her crown on a head that's bowed deep down
A dying picture of lies
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
A punctured lung is creating noise
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars
The cry that she made was the cry of a dying child
The sound from a million dreams and scars