Angels Without Wings This house of horrors Is like a drug Just one drop of crimson Can turn into hundreds of red rivers Some deep and some shallow Some cross paths While others run side by side Oh this house of horrors Just one spark can ignite A terrible addiction Some that choke your lungs And suffocate your soul Oh in this house of horrors Rivers run red And smoke fills up Oh in this house of horrors Angels swing from above They swing from ropes For they are angels without wings
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