Termination Bliss Lyrics - Deathstars

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