Raise the dead
To cleanse the Earth,
Leave the fair ones untouched.
In my dream
The angel looked like me
And I wondered…
Can I be fair?
Can I be divine?
Yet so cruel
And watch them die.
With a smile.
Raise the dead
To cleanse the Earth,
Leave the fair ones untouched.
In my dream
The angel looked like me
And I wondered…
Can I be fair?
Can I be divine?
Yet so cruel
And watch them die.
With a smile.