Angel Paroles

She climbed, she cut away
But with each cut the root grew deeper
And she drowned in his blood embrace

So where are your angels?
Where are your angels?

A dirty old claw caught at her breast
Blood on the kitchen floor
A tightrope yawning at her undress
Her skyline all rip and torn

She prepared for an occupation
She climbed, she cut away
The crows to steal on her battlefield
Sharpen her bloodied nail

So where are your angels?
Where are your angels?

She collapse in a rain of whale spill
She ride the briding spree
She white feather blind
On her washing line
I cut cut cut cut her free

So where are your angels?
Where are your angels?