do we fly on angel's wings
or do we dive into satans springs
he lived his life upon thin ice, but still he came to skate
so never does he ever think twice, cus he still makes the same mistake
why does he always make it happen
why cant he just stay on the wagon
his tongue is a lake, awaiting to be dampened
while his fate, is to continue to chase the dragon
into the forest where its dark and cold
where his heart weighs hard upon his soul
he knows it wrong but he longs for her touch
her helping hand hes in her clutch
and how he gone, from just not wanting to feel the same
so he started lighting up on mary jane
and then he went to blow his nose
leaving an open hole now growing within his soul
becuase now its H, no family no friends
and now he waits, oh how he waits
just to fill her touch again
And if i could fly
let me stay upon the feather wings
and if i to die
would the gates of heaven swing
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