A Choir of Screaming Angels

If we can try and get out,
Then all life is an illusion,
If we think that we can quit,
Then this game will still be playing.

For we can always check out,
But we can never leave for good,
We can always try and forget,
But your past will always consume you.

'Cause bloodstains don't come off easy,
You need to strip away skin down,
Step right out of your body,
Though these scars will never fade.

So have your face all cut away,
Have your body deftly torn,
And cheat away your ageing,
But Death will always know you.

So take these scarlet satin slippers,
And try and leave no footprints here,
But this tape will still be playing,
You leave red wherever you go.

And try to pretend we've all forgotten,
In mundane and pointless lives,
We are Fear's chorus of,
a thousand screaming dead.