And there will be the road to all our dreams And for any day that stings, two better days it brings Nothing is as bad as it seems Close your eyes, look
[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik, Alex Vertel] Saint with holly stings Halo and angel wings. Light! The masquerade begins. You are ideal hailed The code that
'll tear my heart out before I get out Pink ribbon scars that never forget I tried so hard to cleanse these regrets My angel wings were bruised and restrained My belly stings
eyes Burning thru the freeze Vision clouds to the sight of a dream and then Grey eyes of a snow wolf fills the skies Feel the hot sting of winters dying
no, whoa no I can't get with this here I know Never seen nothing like this before Hallelujah and praise the man Upstairs with the long hand Wrap the snake and the angels
devil and the snake And the devil prevailed Big deep trouble for a young child gone Maybe the book and the verse was all wrong Keep your eyes closed,
the heart at bent knee Screams farewell from deep beneath Hate and hide through outside eyes Craves the ache of our demise A slower death - subsiding sting
see killers Yeah, I'm crazy eyes killer, triple optic Cold man go Guerrilla, pure with no filler Rakaa's that real-I, bend steal at will Eyes open, wide awake, y'all keep your eyes
Nocturnal Supremacy Weak midnight promises of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole
Weak midnight promised of love Were wept upon Her grave And shunned by stars above In mortal life lurks my dismay An Angel stole my heart and Death took
Devil's shoes Salvation in the blues You never looked like an angel Yeah, yeah, Angel of Harlem Angel Angel of Harlem Angel Angel of Harlem Angel Angel of Harlem Angel Angel
And there will be the road to all our dreams For any day that stings two better days it brings Nothing is as bad as it seems Close your eyes, look into
my way, the way out west Where the angels point their city home... We love your children Home, we love your children In captain's eyes the pain has made it's sting
I smoked a pack of cigarettes before midday I coughed up a lung around one I can't see a thing through my eyes that sting I can't remember having so much
Red melodies that sting Like ice bury me twice Running from the heat From the lines that break me, oh I'll give another try Fallen angel You're terminal
Can't stand, beaten down by a broken old man Broken men fill a city full of sadness Broken rooms fill a body full of badness I need a need other than the sting
leave you And your shelves of the World's Best Books And the evenings of martyred looks, Cryptic sighs, Sullen glares from those injured eyes? Leave the quips with a sting