GOT SOMETHING TO TELL YOU! GOT SOMETHING TO SAY !
I-I-I REALLY WANNA! Y-Y-YOU MAKE ME! *** *(-。-;)
saints fall down, knees smeared with red
sore, bitten, bruised and bound
all angels fall, wings torn and limp
eyes closed, tears slip, to stall
no one meets your expectations
and no one ever will
try as they might, with thick desperation,
they fail and blood will spill
you look for the best to never rest
and their skin is splattered with red paint
yet you’d be no better if put to the test
‘cause lucifer once a saint