Standing on the brink, next is eternal living.
You are in the power of your weird forms.
Bid farewell, you want to be daft and you're leaving
To play with the flame of outer storms.
No one's happier than you, right at this moment,
Angel Dust is bringing to the distant highs.
Only it is owner of wind and enjoyment,
Hear your laugh into the Liquid Skies.
It is Angel Dust,
Dream and truth are blast!
Escapee and mad, there's no way out.
You're seeing wrong light around.
Your angel have lit a fire's wraith,
He wants to kill you to death.
Standing on the cliff, there are unearthly singing –
Music of the gods also the goddess voice.
Flying through the world, but dealer of the dreaming
Will take your own soul for the drug dose.
You are tired of being bird, dropped like a stone.
Fallen down from height, escaping from the fate.
On the precipice it's hundreds moth are flown
To the flame, then suicides will fade.
It is Angel Dust,
Dream and truth have passed!
Escapee and mad, there's no way out.
You're seeing wrong light around.
Your angel have lit a fire's wraith,
He wants to kill you to death.