Fallen Angels
Scream, shout, we are the fallen angels .
We are in-between cast down as sons of war 
Struck to earth like lightning
On this world we're torn

We wont cause pain 
Of living out their law
Take joy in who you are
We know our wings are flawed

We're bored to death in Heaven 
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves 

We scream, we shout 
We are the fallen angels
We scream, we shout 
Whoa, Whoa

To those who sing alone
No need to fell this sorrow
We scream, we shout
Whoa
We are the fallen angels


Follow the morning star
On a land where darkness 
Failed
The passion left unholy
Now you find yourself

We have nowhere to go
No-one to wish us well
A cry to find a home
Our stories they will tell

We're bored to death in Heaven 
And all alone in hell
We only want to be ourselves

We scream, we shout 
We are the fallen angels
We scream, we shout 
Whoa, Whoa

To those who sing alone
No need to feel this sorrow 
We scream, we shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

we scream, we shout
We are the fallen angels
Scream, shout 
Whoa, Whoa

Scream, Shout
We are the fallen angels
Scream, shout 
Whoa, Whoa

To those who sing alone
No need to feel this sorrow 
We scream, we shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

We scream, we shout
We are the fallen angels
Scream, shout 
Whoa, Whoa

Whoa
We shout, whoa
We are the fallen angels

Knives And Pens

1st person: In looking at young people involved in the occult do you see any particular type of dress?

2nd person: I have personally observed people wearing uhh, black fingernails, having their hair painted black, wearing black tshirts. Sometimes they will tattoo themselves...

Alone at last, we can sit and fight.
And I've lost all faith in this blurring light,
But stay right here we can change our plight.
We're storming through this despite what's right.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.

Lay your heart down the ends in sight.
Conscience begs for you to do what's right.
Everyday it's still the same dull knife,
Stab it through and justify your pride.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light.

One final fight, for this tonight.
Woah...
With knives and pens we made our plight.
Woah...
And I can't go on without your love, you lost, you never held on.
We tried out best... Turn out the light,
Turn out the light.

Perfect Weapon 

Go...!

Awake at night you focus,
On everyone whose hurt you,
Then write a list of targets,
Your violent lack of virtue.

Leave us alone!
You're on your own!
Go!

We are breathing,
While your sleeping, go, (GO!)
And leave us alone,
The liars cheating,
Our hearts beating, go, (GO!)
And now you're on your own.

Here's to your perfect weapon,
Crack bones with blind aggression,
Like birds whose wings are broken,
You live without direction.

Leave us alone!
You're on your own!

We are breathing,
While your sleeping, go, (GO!)
And leave us alone,
The liars cheating,
Our hearts beating, go, (GO!)
And now you're on your own.

GO...!
GO!
GO!
GO!
And now you're on your own!
GO!
GO!
And leave us alone!

We are breathing,
While your sleeping, go, (GO!)
And leave us alone,
The liars cheating,
Our hearts beating, go, (GO!)
And now you're on your own.