Текст песни Phantom Winter - Ripping Halos From Angels

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I would rather be a rising ape Than pretending to Be a falling angel You never were an angel I would rather be a dead fool In your eyes a dead fool A simulation of a lie Take your false halo and die When angels go bad they seem to be worse than anyone else Pretending a devil appeared to collect their souls My child, there is no devil with any interest in any souls The so called angels are just too craven to face their darkness Everything around me seems to be cold, Dead and crushed into pieces Those who sing about monsters are candid and You angeltongued freaks are a mess So I take my claws, aim high and I swing with pleasure above your heads Ripping halos from your rotten angelskulls Your rotten angelskulls Let your halo shine brighter than the stars So your filthy dead soul cannot be seen "The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame." Oscar Wilde

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