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
duster, the dust in the wind, I don't need to cuss If I was a woman I'd come as a woman and give you an angel you never could touch The spirit the light
death burn high. The time has come for the king to die. (Lead Guitar: Mike) A whole world is mourning the loss of their king. In sorrow a new day dawning
It's war - and angels from heaven fall It's war - victory for the subterra lord Flames... sky is red... it's been said It's war in heaven, the temple
beam, the trinity And eyein' the fiend, the theory of rocks, you know what I mean? (Damn) The Big Bang (What?) Duster, the duster, with the dust of wind
think about it Watch this ??? radiation from the flamin' hot sun Known as Hieroglyphics The light intensity is blazing Collapse into an angel dust fit
That now was covered by the shadow of my master Drink the Blood of angels, eat their flesh, feel their life rush through your veins Crawl in the dust
can hear the song they sing Between good and evil, you're just a puppet on a string It could be the Angel of Death or the Angel King A pitchfork with
the dynasties of kings, the fall of nations, the birth of churches, the triumphs of time. They arise and pass, they were and are not; the sea and the dust
Thats gonna be your last day on earth You fuckin punk mothafucka [Chorus] [Knightowl] Check out this fool that'll bust The Knightowl's the one that'll smoke you Mothafuckas like angel dust
hear the song they sing Between good and evil, you're just a puppet on a string It could be the Angel of Death or the Angel King A pitchfork with horns
