the angels can cry broken angels! Broken angels... Broken angels... Even the angels can't fly broken angels of glass even the angels can cry broken angels Even the angels
care at all about my friends But now when I'm with them you flippin and wanna trip How did my dream love with an angel Become a nightmare that I can
on broken glass Standing on broken glass Standing on broken glass Standing on broken Sleep my angel, life has slowly slipped away Standing on broken glass
it alone Don't leave me on my own tonight, yeah Shattered dreams lay next to broken glass I wonder if tonight will be my last I need an angel who can
dude with some nice dreams And we could turn this to a nightmare; Elm Street La la la la la la la la I'm so gone so gone Bring out the glass tables
are waiting And if you get a nightmare Would you go and shake your Ma Cause your Daddy's been a workin' all day And if you go and get a glass of water
For the MC's that LOST IT I'll treat your rock rhymes like a frisbee, watch the Ak TOSS IT Selling out it what ya CAUSED IT Charlie Angel rapper make
be worthwhile (From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels
a kiss The apple in your mouth slipped in mine The orchestra played the sweetest serenade We laughed as we put away your wine So raise your glasses
In hope this little angel will be free from all of their poisons And in hope I grind my knees into the floor Praying that he'll never have to feel this
nightmare I walk alone when mirrors rise before me when faces melt in glass away the mind leaves me I know it's time to run when shadows are really walking when guardian angel
moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait Soft winds whisper the bidding of trees As this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart And the mid-nightmare
Iniquitous I share Carmilla's mask A gaunt mephitic voyeur On the black side of the glass Peering through the mirror Deep dark and ominous Consorting
[Erotomania] (instrumental) [Voices] "Love, just don't stare" He used to say to me every Sunday morning The spider in the window' The angel in the
prosperity From this single act of sanity Will raise you far above humanity Oh willing host who doth not know The full desire of this prisoner You walk where angels
Will raise you far above humanity Oh willing host who doth not know The full desire of this prisoner You walk where angels fear to go Thou shalt soon
Waiting for me I started to run Up through the old bazaar In my head the sound of drums My limbs numb with opium smoke Pursued by a nightmare A dream turned nightmare
