Dead Angels Donny Drowns

Dreams of dead relatives Existence is relative
Their faces blur and they speak Real low, they never ever tell Me if they made it home
Whiskey, coke and cigarettes Faces of dead presidents
Love letters in a dead language
Four letters and a better life Vanquished

Beautiful I watch them fall Crumbling like porcelain dolls
I watch the sunlight pierce Their skin
They cast their halos to the wind
And we lay roses at their feet
As they lay dying in the streets A vision of our hell
I hear church bells
Dead angels

We destroyed ourselves
When we realized that only Death and sex sells
Hollow empty shells
Doing designer drugs in cheap Motels
If hunger is beauty than beauty Is pain
Our tears are currency paying For fame
I look at myself and I feel so Ashamed
I'm sorry to be the man that I Became

Beautiful I watch them fall Crumbling like porcelain dolls
I watch the sunlight pierce Their skin
They cast their halos to the Wind
And we lay roses at their feet
As they lay dying in the streets A vision of our hell
I hear church bells
Dead angels