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