Angel . Fly . Die

White lips, pale face,

Breathing in snowflakes.

Burnt lungs, sour taste...

Light's gone, day's end,

Struggling to pay rent.

Long nights, Strange man...

And they say,

She's in the class A team, 

Stuck in her daydream. 

Been this way since 18, 

But lately,

Her face seems,

Slowly sinking, wasting.

Crumbling like pastries.

And they scream,

The worst things in life come free to us.

Because we're just under the upperhand,

And go mad for a couple grams,

And she don't want to goes outside, tonight...

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland

Sells love to another man,

It's too cold outside, for angel to fly...

Ripped gloves, raincoat,

Tried to swim and stay afloat.

Dry house, wet clothes.

Loose change, bank notes,

Weary-eyed, dry throat.

Call girl, no phone.

It's too cold outside,

For angel to fly

An angel will die,

Covered in white, closed eyes.

Hoping for a better life,

This time, We'll fade out tonight

Straight down to the line......