ALL THE FALLEN ANGELS

Between the land of the living & the land of the dead
Is a place they call Death Row
Where all the fallen angels slowly go insane
Looking in a mirror & seeing the Grim Reaper
In their own... eyes.

The undead memories of the lives you have taken
They won't let you rest, every night you awaken.
They're dancing on your grave, demanding nothing less
Than your whole life.
Cause you've been dancing with the Reaper
Now every day you see him
In your own... eyes.

You talk to yourself, you whistle in the dark
Your dreams become real... as reality just slips away
Like some long-forgotten dream
& you don't know what it means
When you look into a mirror & see that old Grim Reaper
In your own... eyes.

But what of Love, sweet Love?
Can it cross into that doomed domain
Where all the fallen angels slowly go... insane
From seeing the Grim Reaper, & every day they see him
In their own... eyes?

Questions may be asked
But the answers come back in their own way
As we look into a mirror & see that old Grim Reaper
In our own... eyes

This is for all the fallen angels
On Death Row all over the world.
Some are guilty of terrible crimes
But all are part of humankind.
With bloodstained hands & haunted eyes
They live with death, they'd die for life.
Execution makes us killers too.
I know, I'm a killer, and so are you.
Vengeance demands the killer die.
When will we stop and wonder... why?
God help us all.