Empire - The Black Angels.mp3

Empire - The Black Angels.mp3
Empire - The Black Angels
[00:47.67]Oh, the empires...
[00:47.67]Oh, the empires calling,
[00:49.14]Trying to hear his voice,
[00:57.78]While he’s preaching to the choir,
[01:05.16]And that choir is death and noise.
[01:13.41]And he closes up his fist, and he sees if they exist.
[01:50.37]Angels with broken wings,
[01:55.71]Melodic harmonies she sings.
[02:02.04]She brings you white daffodils,
[02:08.58]You place them on your windowsill.
[02:10.80]Then you open up your fist, and you see if they exist.
[02:54.09]Well you sit in dark forests,
[03:00.36]You’ve been there for quite a while.
[03:01.20]And when they come to take you,
[03:01.74]You just sit and smile.
[03:19.35]You say, “
[03:20.01]Hey, you take this.
[03:25.80]I’m gonna see if you exist.”
[03:59.91]Oh it’s time to leave here,
[04:05.16]And I still have my knife,
[04:18.18]And it’s pressed up against my body,
[04:18.99]Tonights gonna be the night.
[04:24.15]And I cut my own wrist, just to see if
[04:31.38]I exist.
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