Feeling ugly, looking pretty Yellow ribbons, black graffiti Word is written, bone is broken no big secret left unspoken
Sun is painted in the corner but it's never getting warmer all the lies they keep on selling but you never check the spelling
Flying bullets
Hit the targets wings and halos five to seven in this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven
Flying bullets Hit the targets wings and halos five to seven in this white robe
Through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven
Time is running, we are sitting back together, just for splitting
You are crying in the corner always next and never former open up and let me hear it former body, future spirit Brain is useless, chair is rocking open doors for dead man walking
Flying bullets hit the targets
Wings and halos five to seven
In this white robe through the darkness
Paragliding back to heaven
Flying bullets hit the targets Wings and halos five to seven in this white robe through the darkness paragliding
Back to heaven
