THE PROPHET: While the heavens are infinite
The Earth is truly limited to trials and tribulations
Where time is a vital sign left for interpretation
In constant rotation. Sunshine motivation falls to midnight's temptation
Angels fall and never find salvation
I once met a man who showed promise
But life to him was just an excuse to piss
He shouldered all the light he could lift
With a bottle in his hand and a dagger at society's belt
He knew it was a weight he had never felt
Fallen angels, oh
How far down did you go now?
Was it too late for all those demons to overflow into a world all your own?
Bright like fire, a name she escaped
Raising hell forever young
She bruises easily, but don't need no sympathy since
Mama didn't raise no, mama didn't raise no
Fallen angels, oh
How far down did you go now?
Was it too late for all those demons to overflow into a world all your own?
The man met her on a gloomy day
Passing rains made for hesitation
A sentiment, left unfamiliar to the void
No father left to help them
But a son left to abandon
Holy as they come, it must not be there spirit
Fallen angels, oh
How far down did you go now?
Was it too late for all those demons to overflow into a world all your own?