Ill-treat Lyrics

He is angel,
has a white wing,keep on fighting,and wounding.

He is angel,
has red blood keeps life going with fear.
He is angel,
doesn't know love Can't understand reason for born.

He is angel,
has a white wing.Is he flying in the sky?

hey,people invited to the hell.
hey,people invited to the hell.
Who did that? it's made by f..ckin' world?
Who did that? it's made by f..ckin' shit?