Mawbane

Those angels that I can't see, They are the angels that come for me, They cry and weep in the form of stone, They will act in ways unknown, When you blink or look away, The ultimate price, you might just pay, So know and make this memory, For this might be the end of me.

Those angels that I can't see, They are the angels that come for me, They cry and weep in the form of stone, They will act in ways unknown, When you blink or look away, The ultimate price, you might just pay, So know and make this memory, For this might be the end of me.