Bring punishment to get hold of me
So cold like a glance from my eyes
Accept the way it's meant to be
A mental sacrifice
Go down hear the sound of a gentle man
Leading you straight to the void
Where the neon bastards they make
Dropouts out of leftover toys
Chorus
No more angels, no more painful lies
No more strangers, no more waste of time
So here I am going straight to the plan
Never knowing that I'm damned
Walking the thread that's so precious to me
A secret part of my history
My time- to short as nothing beckons to me
My time- goddamn what is it I try to be
Fill the hole a thousand feet below
Become the master of a freak show
So!! Cold!!
Right! Now! (Repeat)
Chorus
No more angels, no more painful lies
No more strangers, nore more waste of time
Bring punishment to get hold of me
So cold like a glance from my eyes
Accept the way it's meant to be
A mental sacrifice
Go down- the keeper of your thoughts may be
Go down- a sacred child who just can't see
Counting the days. so amazed
Of this sweet and miserable effort
So!! Cold!!
Right! Now! (Repeat)
So!! Cold!!
Right! Now! (Repeat)
Chorus
No more angels, no more painful lies
No more strangers, nore more waste of time
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