Fairies cry tears of red wine into my glass
the godmother\'s skin went pale
the fairies ignored
the godmother looked at the deep black hole
my heart was buried there
in a sharp look..vodka sliped from her blue eyes
she lost all hope
fairies sang a melody
to calm the voices and bring peace to my dead body
leaving the wonderful land \"HEAVEN\"
and i can see smiles painted in faces of nobody
the bloody body floats
on the dark clouds,forming a song of the absent blue soul
fairies let down their wings..wet..broken
following the rythm
of the singing wind
and hear the fairies whisper:LOVE IS A DEAD ANGEL STUFFED WITH WINE AND BLOOD.