We that wander out at night. We are the broken
Our dark souls, we are lost
Many paths we have crossed
Night crawling
Still falling
Thoughts racing
Future not facing
The angels with broken wings
Dressed up decked out like kings
In this old club here
Pray for us my dear
We dance like the dead
My lips in crimson red
To some we are angels
To some we are ghosts
To some we are vampires
To some we are demons
To some we are gods
To some we are just merely self destructive
Our dark souls, we are lost
Many paths we have crossed
In this old club here
Pray for us my dear
We dance like the dead
My lips in crimson red
