• violit sweet tear drops fall from the sky
    i can tell one of the angels are begining to cry

    your tears run down to the clouds touching fluffy souls
    and at the end i collect them like a bowl

    the bowl overfills leaving a flood
    witch mixes with my demonic blood

    i rise above to the sky
    where everything will always be able to fly

    its a land of beauty but nothing to your face
    you are more beautiful than any place