The Black Angel’s Death Song The Velvet Underground

[Verse 1]
The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate for him to choose
What had he to lose?

Not a ghost bloodied country all covered with sleep
Where the Black Angel did weep, not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose

[Verse 2]
And wandering's brother walked on through the night
With his hair in his face on a long splintered cut from the knife
Of GT
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long to his skull
Shrill yell

Shining brightly red-rimmed and redlined with the time
Effused with the choice of the mind on ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells

[Verse 3]
Cut mouth bleeding razors
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains coo goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gonna choose, choose again