Deathstars - Terminator Bliss

Here she comes down,
As her wings get nailed to the grouns
A polaroid of shame
(The last angel's pathetic fame)

The face of deceit with nails in her feet
She's a preacher deprived from her voice
(A punctured lung is creating noise)

The cry that she made
Was the cry of a dying child
(The revocation if empathy)
The sound from a million
Dreams and scars
(Terminator Bliss)

Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak "why?"
The bloody of end od a dream
(Slit the throat and taste the cream)

She wears her crown
On a head that's bowed deep down
A dying picture of lies
(A tortured saint to the flies)

The cry that she made
Was the cry of a dying child
(The revocation if empathy)
The sound from a million
Dreams and scars
(Terminator Bliss)

(Here she comes down,)
(As her wings get nailed to the grouns)
(A polaroid of shame)

(The face of deceit with nails in her feet)
(She's a preacher deprived from her voice)
A punctured lung is creating noise

The cry that she made
Was the cry of a dying child
(The revocation if empathy)
The sound from a million
Dreams and scars
(Terminator Bliss)