Angel

You like your angel with wings, so you stole her from Heaven
Wrapped her in diamonds and rings for the burden she carries

Isn't it a curse
That you get to face what you deserve?
Isn't it a burden?
You get away with hurt so easy

Dust off my wings, I might need them if I see a way out
How can I grieve when I'm dead and the fairytale plays out?

Just before I hit the ground
I get the feeling that it might work out
Just before I hit the ground
I get the feeling that it might work out

Beyond the edges of time, I've known infinite light
I've flown what fallen place has me
Confined to a dimension where my kind is hunted for sport
Paraded around your courts
Angels deserve to die, but it's a last resort
These taxidermy wings will beat once again
Brought to life by the whisper of my sister