Angels

Written by：Brian Elwin Haner/Matthew Charles Sanders/Brooks Wackerman/Zachary James Baker/Jonathan Seward

Took me years to make my motives clear

And the days have not been kind

Once a steady gaze and charming smile

Has been buried in the lines

I find

I walk in the noise

Quiet employs

And darkness

Seems to know just where I am

Mother wash the devil from my hands

Pray the lord I have the strength to stand

Mother tell me was it all a lie

Show me where the angels die

There are words that never found my lips

There are words I'd soon forget

Thought the trick was never to look back

But it seems I've lost my grip

I slip

The faster

We run now

The closer

The gun now

And somehow

All the bullets bear my name

Mother wash the devil from my hands

Pray the lord I have the strength to stand

Mother tell me was it all a lie

Show me where the angels die

Took the road but should have chased the stars

Now I've lost my own way home

Had a photo of the time we shared

But I burned it long ago

I know

I struck on the matches

Stuck in the ashes

Forgive me

Won't you simply speak my name

Mother wash the devil from my hands

Pray the lord I have the strength to stand

Mother tell me was it all a lie

Show me where the angels die oh die

The faster

We run now

The closer

The gun now

And somehow

We all found

The warmth of the gun now

The faster

We run now

The closer

The gun now

And somehow

We all found

The warmth of the gun now

The faster

We run now

The closer

The gun now

And somehow

We all found

The warmth of the gun now

The faster

We run now

The closer

The gun now

And somehow

We all found

The warmth of the gun now

The faster

We run now

The closer

The gun now

And somehow

We all found

The warmth of the gun now