Cut Myself on Angel Hair

The sky is the limit, some say.
Others say the worls is safe.
But they are all wrong!
The world is hell in disguise.
And the sky is fire in stead of clouds.

Cut my wrist on angels hair
And lose my air to baby's breath
The worls is spinning
And time is speeding up.

The demons of the world is gathering
Smothering me in lies.
The devil is laughing in my face as I run.
Bombs are falling from the sky.
Children are dieing in the street.

Cut my wrists on angels hair
And lose my air to baby's breath.
The worls is spinning
And time is speeding up.

People scream in agony
Women losing their heads
Men doing the killing
When will this end?

Cut my wrist on angels hair
And lose my air to baby's breath.
The world is spinning
And time is speeding up.