cos everybody's laughing as they talk about it
belive that I want no part of this
and you ramble on and it just don't mean a thing
I'm haunted by her empty eyes
this angel with vulture's wings

If I could fly then I would soon be free
but the stones that mark this wasteland cut my feet
and still they mach us onward endlessly
leaving stained earth behind as we bleed

and everybody's laughing as they talk about it
belive that I want no part of this
and you ramble on and it just don't mean a thing
I'm haunted by her empty eyes
this angel with vulture's wings

I'm so far from home.