This tainted world,
full of forgotten dreams.
Kill hope,
the blackest soul sings...
And the angel never seems to be -
the angel he pretends to be.
But what could i do,
to leave this torture induced muse...?
How can i forget all this wreched abuse?
And the tapestry of jesus burns.
While the choir of the damned...
Return.
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
Sweet sorrow.
 
 

WRITTEN BY; Tonya Kinchen, 1999