Dead Angels

Dreams of dead relatives Existence is relative Their faces blur and they speak Real low, they never ever tell Me if they made it home Whiskey, coke and cigarettes Faces of dead presidents Love letters in a dead language Four letters and a better life Vanquished Beautiful I watch them fall Crumbling like porcelain dolls I watch the sunlight pierce Their skin They cast their halos to the wind And we lay roses at their feet As they lay dying in the streets A vision of our hell I hear church bells Dead angels We destroyed ourselves When we realized that only Death and sex sells Hollow empty shells Doing designer drugs in cheap Motels If hunger is beauty than beauty Is pain Our tears are currency paying For fame I look at myself and I feel so Ashamed I'm sorry to be the man that I Became Beautiful I watch them fall Crumbling like porcelain dolls I watch the sunlight pierce Their skin They cast their halos to the Wind And we lay roses at their feet As they lay dying in the streets A vision of our hell I hear church bells Dead angels A hangedman tarot card She would dance on the Boulevard Talk about where we'd be When the world ends Kiss my neck, pull me down While the room spins A hangedman tarot card Buying drugs off the boulevard Count your blessings and ill Count my curses Sleeping on the steps of cold Cold churches Beautiful I watch them fall Crumbling like porcelain dolls I watch the sunlight pierce Their skin They cast their halos to the Wind And we lay roses at their feet As they lay dying in the streets A vision of our hell I hear church bells Dead angels