Deathstars - Termination Bliss Lyrics

Here she comes down
As her wings get nailed to the ground
A Polaroid of shame
The last angel's pathetic fame

The face of deceit with nails in her feet
She's a preacher deprived from her voice
A punctured lung is creating noise

The cry that she made
Was the cry of a dying child
The revocation of empathy
The sound from a million
Dreams and scars
Termination bliss

Blessed under a lie
Her last little weak "Why?"
The bloody end of a dream
Slit the throat and taste the cream

She wears her crown on a head
That's bowed deep down
A dying picture of lies
A tortured saint fed to the flies