Lucifer’s Angel

Behind those eyes lies the truth and grief...
Behind those beautiful smiles I've seen tragedy...
The flawless skin hides the secrets within...
Silent forces that secretly ignite your sins.

[Chorus:]
Fly away, fly away
From the torch of blame
They hunt you,
Lucifer's Angel.
Never lived, never died
Your life has been denied
They call you,
Lucifer's Angel.

Beyond these clouds you can hide all your tears,
Beyond this world you'll be safe from their wicked fears,
And in their hearts they fear your demands,
You know their minds won't accept you, they'll never understand...

[Chorus]
Fly away, fly away,
From the torch of blame
They hunt you,
The Lucifer's Angel.
Never lived, never died
Your life has been denied,
They call you,
Lucifer's Angel.

On your own - I know you can make it.
Truth or bone - I know you can shake it.
Survive alone - know you can take it.

[Chorus]
Fly away, fly away
From the torch of blame,
They hunt you,
Lucifer's Angel.
Never lived, never died
Your life has been denied
They call you,
Lucifer's Angel.

Fly away, fly away
Run away, run away
Hide away, hide away
Lucifer's Angel.
[x3]

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