On the edge of precipice
Filled with cold eternity
You stand bounded by weird dreams,
Stand alone, want to break free.
In the end you're happy as
No one in this world can be,
But you want too much to leave,
Play with thunders and with wind.
Angel dust - it brings you high,
Angel dust, the only one,
That is able to excite,
In liquid skies your laughter sounds.
Angel dust - the dream
And reality!
Madman, runaway
For you there's no way,
Only a trembling light.
Your angel, there fires -
All is fake, all lies,
Now he wants you to die.
On the edge of precipice
Gods are playing heaven's song,
By divine voices inspired,
All its music's made by gods.
Fly and see this world beneath, -
He who sold you paradise
Takes your soul for heroin,
And you fall as stone from skies.
On the edge of precipice
Someone's flying to the flame -
Butterfly the suicide.
Try to save yourself from fate.
Angel dust - the dream
And reality!
Madman, runaway
For you there's no way,
Only a trembling light.
Your angel, there fires -
All is fake, all lies,
Now he wants you to die.