It’s the death of an angel
And the tears of a dove,
A smile on the devil
And he’s falling in love.
It’s cause we stand in the fire
With no mention of heat,
And those who survive in the storm
As if it’s just destined to be.
It’s the gates up in heaven
And our vision of hell,
Our birth here on Earth
Is the same story to tell.
It’s the insane man that is right
And now the sunshine must cry,
All the magic that we see
Because we power the eye.
It’s the Earth who is unhappy
So the clouds change their color,
Today has just murdered tomorrow
So yesterday is now my lover.
Remember the devil is happy
And the angel is dead,
It’s not the blood or our pain
But it’s our life that is bled.