Slicing Through Angels

A wisp of air between us and the void
Sick with fever
A virus to destroy
Savage spirits cursed to be aware
Content in the hopeless
Smoking cigarettes of lead

Avant pop cataclysms warping through my fabric of time
Slicing my way through angels on my way to paradise
They all died in vain

Sealed off in plastic and breathing through a straw
Ducted taped eyes and doxed to the world
The time is shrinking between cradle and the grave
As our slither of Earth dwindles away
Why are the rich fleeing into space

Avant pop cataclysms warping through my fabric of time
Slicing my way through angels on my way to paradise
They all died in vain

There's oil running through our hearts
There's oil running through our hearts

It didn't have to be this way
It didn't have to be this way
It didn't have to be this way

Avant pop cataclysms warping through my fabric of time
Slicing my way through angels on my way to paradise
They all died in vain



Credits
Writer(s): Adam Patro
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