Angel Dust
Broken dreams of flyin' birdsdirty hands on skinny armsjust hanging down her shoulderslike a deadly young old treeand a bit of blood rollin', gently down her noseon the floor the princess, strikes the pose
say goodbye to angel dustthe only angel that you trust
dirty fingers on her handsdoin' stuff that she can't standopening doors don't want to seeand closin' one she wanna bebroken wings by the real worldprincess diving on her own,on the floor the princess,strikes the pose
say goodbye to angel dustthe only angel that you trust
the floor is coldher blood too hotthe pain could gojust with one shotsleep little princessone last caressone last pearl of blood
rollin on your worldso slowyou almost touchesthe rainbowsometimes I do wonder
say goodbye to angel dustthe only angel that you trust