Angelic Disorder

[Verse 1]
Venom's dripping from your slobbering mouth
Street scouring vulture
Through your bitter eyes, you see crumbling land
This human race of sculptures

[Chorus]
And children tear out of your wombs, their guns ablaze ([?])
Smack-soaked ex-angels are flailing in the maze ([?])
Birds are mute, they lost the will to sing to you (To sing to you)
But I don't hate you

[Verse 2]
The weak sway in the breeze, falling to their knees
Prey to heard disease
Chemicals, the tease, snorting demons
Vultures hover, waiting patient
Vultures hover, waiting patient

[Chorus]
And children tear out of your wombs, their guns ablaze ([?])
Smack-soaked ex-angels are flailing in the maze ([?])
Birds are mute, they lost the will to sing to you (To sing to you)
But I don't hate you

[Bridge]
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