Fallen Angels Go To Hell

Crying does no good for those whom cannot feel.
No matter how deep the cut it's not the right pain.
There's no one who can help you heal,
no one to set you on the right lane.
So you treat life like a prize fight.
Your fear masked by a cruel sneer.
You know the monsters want to drag you into the night.
They taste fear...
You've been broken time and time again
and you've learned the heard way,
that this lurid fight you can't win.
You find more death than life in each day.
Most people are fucked up and wrong.
They wear a smile to fool you.
They think you were fooled all alone
but you know what's true.

So,broken boy,spread broken wing and fly,
but remember fallen angels go to hell.
Remember,don't fly too high,
and ignore the lies they tell,
but fallen angels go to...
fallen angels go to hell.

Sit in your cold steel room.
Review the rules of that knife.
Curse the day you were kindled in your mother's womb..
Contimplate the meaning of life...
There's so much malice behind one's eyes,
No symapthy from critics without a name.
Cards down,you're done with lies.
Enough of the game.
Your snowflake scars may never heal.
You can't correct past mistakes made,
but maybe you can learn to feel.
Throw away your razor blades.
So,broken boy,what will it be?
Are you going to come out straight?
Kindness will you see?
Or is it too late?