Dancing with Angels

Sweet dreams lead into the arms of forgetfulness, so that I might live

She dances with angles in lucid dreams

Caught between Zion and reality

Where stars and rose petals melt

Crimson stain sweet memories of pain

She dances with angels in lucid dreams

She wears emeralds on her fingertips

Rubies on her lips, amethyst eyes

Hair made of pearls

She dances with angels in lucid dreams 

Caught between the moon and the sun

Hair made of pearls with her amethyst eyes

Lucid dreams lift her to the sky

She dances with angels in a world all her own

Caught between the moon and the sun

Where innocence died, sweet petals of crimson fell

Stolen between the moon and the sun

She Dances with angels in dreams of opiate clouds

Where memories die and innocence stolen

Runs crimson to the ground buried in tears

Caught between liquid dreams and reality

She dances with angels in sweet crimson dreams

Where innocence taken between the moon and the sun

Sweet dreams of opiates where laughter dies and joy forgotten

She's dancing with angels in her liquid sky 

Crimson flow runs as she's dancing with angels 

Free at last

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