I can see Mephistopheles upon the grim, grazing clouds above
His eyes call out to me
Why is he after me?
If we cut off an angel’s wings to secure God’s win,
Would it be an hellish act?
We’ll cut off her wings and ponder it as we extend our flag
Rows of fallen doves
I can feel it in the air,
Ask me any question I don’t care
Am I weak or are you strong?
Can I stand? Look I’m on my feet
Are we wrong or are we true?
Can I ask a question or do you just repeat?
Am I strong or are you weak?
Whose beady eyes looking after me?
I can feel his hands after me
Me? Why does he want me?
Am I torn into pieces?
Am I stronger or are you very weakened
Am I torn at the seams,
I don’t understand
Do you fight for us or care at all,
This blood is for her
Please don’t come for me