Testo: Rebuke. Kill Stereotypes. Dust Of Angels.

Dreams sparkled with the dust of angels
as blue-eyed girl puts all her trust in strangers
misguided, misdirected in a strange world

she took a leap out of her sanctuary
into a world where everything seems scary
when ordinaire cease to be ordinary

and every day you feel like you just wanna die a little
but then you think that maybe you just need to try a little harder

a trembling sheep dressed up in a wolfs clothing
a hardened shell confining her self-loathing
each second brings her closer to exploding

you close your eyes and feeling the burning and the disappearing
and you feel safe inside yourself with no one interfering
Darker