Angel of Death
The angel of death
Is just like meth
Once you get a taste
There is no trace
Of your past
That went by fast
But now with wings
I shall bring
The darkness back
Here take this mask
But don't conceal
Take the wheel
And make things real
Fly away
Don't turn back
Never pullout that flask
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