Aerial row Eyes bestow What's never told Till ink does fall in time And reminds from the minds Still trite these words just rhyme But at the least arteries till heaven holds The heart Murder an Angel (I can't stand for nothing) With a glance In a trance Some romance and turn these Inner fears Into weird kind of gears and All the craze But Hollywood would never take you Never break you And all the righteous rest in peace And say Murder an Angel I will stumble I will fall or I will drown in alcohol I will wonder as I choose And I will be the first to lose (and I look up to the sky) What I send to these friends Is the end of my elastic words That are heard in the dirt of All that will be... (son of the grade Part of a distance I would grow cold, I never know)...