Angels at the Bottom of the Street. - Sullie

The berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone The salt, it seeps in through the pores of my open skin I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey Let's go up in flames, pretty lady The sweet surrender of silence forces me to live alone Locked and loaded, where the hell is peace of mind? I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue sea I wait on you inside the bottom of the deep blue Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey Let's go up in flames, pretty lady Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey Let's go up in flames, pretty lady The bottom of the deep blue sea The bottom of the deep blue sea Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey Let's go up in flames, pretty lady Welcome to my cage, little lover Attempt to rearrange with you, baby Still don't know your name, miss honey Let's go up in flames, pretty lady

White walls surround us No light will touch your face again Rain taps the window As we sleep among the dead Days go on forever But I have not left your side We can chase the dark together If you go then so will I There is nothing left of you I can see it in your eyes Sing the anthem of the angels And say the last goodbye Cold light above us Hope fills the heart and fades away Skin white as winter As the sky returns to grey Days go on forever But I have not left your side We can chase the dark together If you go then so will I There is nothing left of you I can see it in your eyes Sing the anthem of the angels And say the last goodbye I keep holding onto you But I can't bring you back to life Sing the anthem of the angels Then say the last goodbye You're dead alive You're dead alive You're dead alive You're dead alive There is nothing left of you I can see it in your eyes Sing the anthem of the angels And say the last goodbye I keep holding onto you But I can't bring you back to life Sing the anthem of the angels And say the last goodbye Sing the anthem of the angels And say the last goodbye Sing the anthem of the angels

At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness to hide our wrong You and me At the dark end Of the street You and me I know time is gonna take its toll We have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin, and we know it's wrong Oh, but our love keeps coming on strong Steal away To the dark end Of the street They're gonna find us They're gonna find us They're gonna find us, Lord, someday You and me At the dark end Of the street You and me And when the daylight hours roll 'round And by chance we're both downtown If we should meet, just walk on by Oh, darling, please, don't cry Tonight, we'll meet At the dark end Of the street

Grab your coat and snatch your hat Leave your worries on the doorstep Just direct your feet To the sunny side of the street Can't you hear that pitter pat And that happy tune is your step Life can be so sweet On the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade With the blues on parade No longer I'm afraid The rover, crossed over If I never had a cent I'll be rich as Rockfeller A gold dust at my feet On the sunny side of the street I used to walk in the shade With those blues on parade But I'm not afraid 'Cause the rover, he's got over If I never had a cent I'll be rich as Rockfeller All those chicks 'round my feet On the sunny, sunny side of the street

Go! Never again On your forcefed illusions to choke You feed off my pain Feed off my life There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Always the same My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Reap as we have sown Do it! Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul apart Never again My tired eyes have seen enough Of all of your lies My hate is blind There won't be another dawn We will reap as we have sown Reap as we have sown Slaughter of the soul Suicidal final art Children - born of sin Tear your soul apart

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

One, two, three Why are you hanging on so tight To the rope that I'm hanging from? Off this island, this was an escape plan (this was an escape plan) Carefully timed it, so let me go And dive into the waves below Who tends the orchards? Who fixes up the gables? Emotional torture from the head of your high table Who fetches the water from the rocky mountain spring? And walk back down again to feel your words and their sharp sting And I'm getting fucking tired The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ended, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour You make me do too much labour Apologies from my tongue, and never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup and stabbing with your fork I know you're a smart man (I know you're a smart man), and weaponise The false incompetence, it's dominance under a guise If we had a daughter, I'd watch and could not save her The emotional torture, from the head of your high table She'd do what you taught her, she'd meet the same cruel fate So now I've gotta run, so I can undo this mistake At least I've gotta try The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died, would that be the worst thing? For somebody I thought was my saviour You sure make me do a whole lot of labour The calloused skin on my hands is cracking If our love ends, would that be a bad thing? And the silence haunts our bed chamber You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant Just an appendage, live to attend him So that he never lifts a finger 24-7, baby machine So he can live out his picket fence dreams It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid (The capillaries in my eyes are bursting) Nymph then virgin, nurse and a servant (If our love died, would that be the worst thing?) Just an appendage, live to attend him (For somebody I thought was my saviour) So that he never lifts a finger (You sure make me do a whole lot of labour) 24-7, baby machine (The calloused skin on my hands is crackin') So he can live out his picket fence dreams (If our love ends, would that be a bad thing?) It's not an act of love if you make her (And the silence haunts our bed chamber) You make me do too much labour