pissant wings Songtext
von Beehoover

My homeboy the artificer of the universe revealed to me his last will
While he took his dying breath
In the face of death I dearly have to confess that all those angels
I blessed are demon-possessed and have failed
Both a blessing and a curse
What were these no-good wings for
Both a blessing and a curse What were these pissant wings for
Stabbing to death
All this excess all this disgrace is undignified
And I pray for cathartic storms to purify this fuckin′ hellhole
While he took his last breath in the face of his death he said shine through action
Go and vow it