Her halo is broken; 
catch her if she falls. 
Your dead ships are harboured, 
Her thoughts are juxtaposed 
With the big blue up high 
And the angels in the sky. 
She left town with the state police. 

She told me a story
Of the devil and his glory.
She stole tiny pennies;
A payment just to prove
Her lies of hellish fire 
Burned like little lighters, 
And not like a hospital. 

With words chameleon 
(To trap the hunted birds),
She swears she'll make it better. 
With monsters living here,
Pours petrol on the earth, 
She fails to make it better.

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Music by Victoria Road
Lyrics by Edmund Wise
Produced by Lou Holliday
Copyright © Victoria Road 2016