Sheets are spotless white
Voices fading out
Thoughts are growing dim
As my longest night begins
The dry taste of morphine
Fluorescent lights on lean
I'm stuck beneath my mind
This isn't my night
Fallen angels, spread your wings
Take me from this world of broken things
Fallen angels, let your wings
Take me from this bed of thoughts and dreams
Even sleep is full of broken things
Settling the score
I have been here before
Then I was in the door
Just cursing the
Fallen angels, spread your wings
Fly me 'cross the seas of burning things
Pills and needles, tears and stings
Fallen angels, save me from these things
Give me black
But nothing in my dreams
