Fallen Angel, fallen on the ground
Hitting hard,world spinning around
Collision made, panic in the mind
Looking for the sound, no scratch to be found
" Oh! You not punishing me" he said
" I've been wishing to go down....
Now I'm dancing in the beats
& I'm feeling like a hipster
Dissolving in the crowd
& getting lost! lost! lost!......"
Fallen Angel, blood smeared on the songs
Looking for the source, find no..oh..body
" Oh! I'm not coming back" he said
" I've screwed a lot many time
Now I'm drinking all the cheap beer
Looking people stuffing tongues in mouths
Girls grinding each other
Boys recording the show down...."
" & in fixed with my fruit juice
People think I'm drinking noise
& there's the filth smoke in the air
& sweat trickling in hair....
Now I'm moving like a dancer
Hands up in the air
It all seems different
Cause I'm the Fallen Angel
