Here she comes down, as her wings get nailed to the ground   - 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 of empathy   The sound from a million dreams and scars   Termination Bliss      Blessed under a lie, Her last little weak ”why?”   - The bloody end of 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 fed to the flies