In dreams There’s an angry
bloodied angel in the crowd
It watches me with black red eyes
and speaks my name aloud
I know it’s come for me
I know my time has come
But yet I turn my back to it
And on my heels I run
They say that there a light
at the end Of this world
When you wave this world goodbye
It’s all
but it’s a muzzle flash rely
and the whole grand things a lie
every time it catches me and asks,
Which side are you on boy,
But Roses are flowers
peddles and stones
I hear it ending soon
deep within my bones
