I do mind dying angels I got no room for mercy I love the smell of falling wings But rasp of braking bones Wakes me up at night
The house is on fire daily Arms are cool and steady The barrel's aimed at the window But bullets won't go through Your deep sleep, miss
Keep on sleeping No one wants you for today It's a dangerous game for you to play No one is around to hear your complaints Wrap yourself up in a warm blanket and sleep
Creaking walls move stably To the bed you lie on Body wrapped in feathers Takes a long deep breath Before awakening
Sun will rise in the mirror Bare feet on the cold floor I do mind dying angels They will always come To pass away here