Angels in masks, the feathers wrap around them
I wont let them scare me I will fight back
The hell below me is nothing compared to the path infront of me.
If i drop for a second fromt his path I might get too relaxed to stand back
Misery is my constant companion to this journey of the heart.
I am using all my energy simply trying to remember to breathe
I won't let myself stumble to the sightless servant's feet
The sky starts to crush me, the clouds weep for my execution.
"Thy rod and thy staff comfort my soul" but my flesh still crawls with fear.
I see the horizon it seems to shrink with every step
I thought I was to have a constant companion, where are they?
I will not let the sightless servants have my life.
Angels in mask, the feathers wrap around me.
