your minds And swollow your souls There ain't no escape From the mechanical claws I'm just your only nightmare Etched in your mind I'm just your only nightmare
Tulkojums: Angel Dust. Nightmare [pagarināts Version].
Tulkojums: Angel Dust. Murgs.
up your minds And swollow your souls There ain't no escape From the mechanical claws I'm just your only nightmare Etched in your mind I'm just your only nightmare
Over time I've come to feel That everything must come apart it seems From the little child to the man of power From the beggar to the angel of my dreams
listen to a word he said So for 40 days and for 40 nights Well they tied my [ways] they can see the light And the angel screamed in my nightmare ride
your dreams Hold on save your fantasy Hold on every nightmare's got an end Hold on save your fantasy Hold on save dreams for me Hold on every nightmare
the distance, Since you threw my life away My courage into pieces I couldn't make you stay Hate, pain and tears Life can be a tragedy Dreams becoming nightmares
One hundred of satan's angels, somehow they lost to the heaven And what a helluva party, they had over there Two hundred skin winged demons, they made
I go My name is Caroline I hide from everyone On this nightmare ride But I'm far from home Under the covers of The dust and mud and air And my
prisoner's screams & muzak, AM, rocks their dreams No black men's pride to hoist the beams While mocking angels sift what seems To be a collage of magazine dust
of sunshine I'm coming home to you Farewell last sunrise You can take me where Where the solemn angel rides Through dust of paradise Walk with me through The dust
Call me Deadliner Nothing in here but dust. Are you afraid dear listener? Nothing in here but us. I'll give you black rumours 'Stay away from everything
'ts to die So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust The cops had the place surrounded
Waiting for me I started to run Up through the old bazaar In my head the sound of drums My limbs numb with opium smoke Pursued by a nightmare A dream turned nightmare
that it would seem The daylights race to leave behind These visions struck like a furious fuck Nailing wet lips to cold cemetery walls Flashes of lust to dust
graces That kind of magic you may get a sunburn from And there's no better way for us Than our old sweet ways And angels burn to dust before the human
