Angels on the Run

Burn all of the pages of the everlasting book
And everyone who believes that all those words are true.
I'm casting a spell on you right from this prison cell.
Just turn on the radio and listen to the souls
As they're screaming from your own nightmares.

Sold, to the demons you were dodging all along.
Reminiscent of the monster you've become.
Will you turn it up or turn it off?
You said you would follow me if you were heaven-sent.
I will watch you as the world comes to an end.
Will you follow me on my final descent back home?

Turn away as I turn into the monster I've become.
As I open up your eyes to all the ones
That are curious to where it all comes from.
Are you worried that your father is the son of a pure nightmare?

The one, or the one that chose you to be the one that's shunned
To the world of fallen angels on the run,
From the ones that worship all things but the sun.
Crawling all over the walls when we were young.
I wonder if you dream when your life is finally done?
Will the curses of the angels of the sun have you sinking still?

So here we are: strangers to the sun.

So we'll be dangerous black angels on the run.
We'll be strangers to the dangers of the sun.
I know that you're the type to have nightmares of the perfect dream,
So stay away from the perfect things,
And the dangers of the angles of the sun.
We'll be famous just like strangers on the run.
I know that I might have nightmares,
But that'd be the perfect thing for me to stay awake,
Instead of the perfect dream,
Where we're in love with only the perfect things.
I know that you will always have nightmares of a perfect dream,
So stay away; I'm in love with a perfect thing.
I know that you will always have nightmares;
So stay away from the perfect day, angels on the run.