Angels from ¿weroena? by weroena

I found a black smile on my ceiling
Screaming when I'm ashamed of my thoughts
Fading when I'm freezing my soul
A demon crawling out from under my bed
Another smile when I laugh through my tears
I'm locked in my world among the creatures
White soldiers, black prisoners in red war
Only here I can climb in order to fall

They scream: Your Majesty, call your angels, call your angels
Let them break you out from our grasp,
Let them save you from our guillotine

I used to sleep under the blanket
Of their damaged and disordered dreams
Eat their empty words for breakfast
They taste so bitter and bland
I used to swing on their warm-hearted gallows
Which had more feelings than a human
I used to find black smiles on my ceiling
And have fun with my dolls in funeral

They scream: Your Majesty, call your angels, call your angels
Let them break you out from our grasp,
Let them save you from our guillotine

They scream: Your Majesty, call your angels, call your angels
Let them break you out from our grasp,
Let them save you from our guillotine

They scream: Your Majesty, call your angels, call your angels
Let them break you out from our grasp,
Let them save you from our guillotine

• Alternative
• Rock
• alternative rock
• indie rock
• Oswiecim