Michelle Belanger Angels Are Weeping
Meet my obsession my opium dream
lost in indulgence I'm not what I seem
come to my arms and let me seduce you
surrender you soul, and I will reduce you
to simple sensation and fleshly delight
so flight in my side and embrace the night
we will defy the greatest commands
and heedlessly walk the forbidden lands
Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
and plunge through the twists of the labyrinth
gather at crossroads and jump to the wind
dance in the graveyards and revel in sin
our innocence lost and our faith destroyed
spiraling down into lightless void
drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping
here in the garden the angels are weeping
They will despise us but we will be strong
the road to fulfillment is rocky and long
misunderstanding is geniuses curse
they call us evil but nothing is worse
than passive submission to meaningless rules
these are oppression and misery's tools
ultimate freedom is our delight
to quaff the nector of forbidden night
Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
and plunge through the twists of the labyrinth
gather at crossroads and jump to the wind
dance in the graveyards and revel in sin
our innocence lost and our faith destroyed
spiraling down into lightless void
drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping
here in the garden the angels are weeping
Blinded by pleasure we long to be free
striving towards something we no longer see
the world is burning our minds are on fire
consume and consuming in seething desire
slaves of sensation is something we've lost
we've ransomed our passion, heedless the cost
Promethean girls, we have seized the flames
but our theft is rewarded with eternal chains
Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
and plunge through the twists of the labyrinth
gather at crossroads and jump to the wind
dance in the graveyards and revel in sin
our innocence lost and our faith destroyed
spiraling down into lightless void
drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping
here in the garden the angels are weeping
Gaze into depths of emerald absinthe
and plunge through the twists of the labyrinth
gather at crossroads and jump to the wind
dance in the graveyards and revel in sin
our innocence lost and our faith destroyed
spiraling down into lightless void
drunken on dreams and ceaselessly sleeping
here in the garden the angels are weeping
