Termination Bliss

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