Letra de Where Wings Become Weapons (The Postmortem)
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Where Wings Become Weapons (The Postmortem)
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She treads upon a heart of glass
That lies beating for hours
Until it shatters
Taking my eyes to understand why she will not die
As if she was granted this day with angels wings
One more sentiment left unknown
I can see all of her infamy
Through that lace in black
Cried and silent
Without a word
Without a whisper
Without a voice
She loathes in silence for Another days rein
Its in your blood forever she said
The line between man and machine should have never been crossed
Leaving behind a shadow of countless gazers
Waiting to catch a glimpse of hell
Next time we meet
I will find you blindfolded
She becomes silent
To understand why she will not die
Now we become distant
Her blood is no longer mine
As if she was granted this day with weapon wings
Your bleeding eyes. This poison tongue. This sharpened feather
The key to heal my yesteryear
As She will be my ending
Each passing year
That lies beating for hours
Until it shatters
Taking my eyes to understand why she will not die
As if she was granted this day with angels wings
One more sentiment left unknown
I can see all of her infamy
Through that lace in black
Cried and silent
Without a word
Without a whisper
Without a voice
She loathes in silence for Another days rein
Its in your blood forever she said
The line between man and machine should have never been crossed
Leaving behind a shadow of countless gazers
Waiting to catch a glimpse of hell
Next time we meet
I will find you blindfolded
She becomes silent
To understand why she will not die
Now we become distant
Her blood is no longer mine
As if she was granted this day with weapon wings
Your bleeding eyes. This poison tongue. This sharpened feather
The key to heal my yesteryear
As She will be my ending
Each passing year
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