all the angels sitting
wilted flowers dripping tears
red devils white
angels dressed in black
and the flames grow higher
and i start to cry
if you say everyone was meant to be
together then we can laugh
a revolution against the king
is against yourself i remember
maybe this is fantasy
maybe this is halloween
maybe it's a memory
games
i remember when you said let's start a religion
where is it now
when we burn and cry for yesterday
i remember
maybe this is fantasy
maybe this is halloween
maybe it's a memory
maybe this is fantasy
maybe this is halloween
maybe it's a memory
wrapped in purple lights
wrapped in purple lights
