Silence of the Angles
Rap/hip hop, male rapper, female rapper, loud bass
Silence of the Angles
Rap/hip hop, male rapper, female rapper, loud bass
Lyrics
White feathers fall like ash in the pouring rain
Watching the heavy hand of the sky leave a stain
Every soul we hold is bent under the divine weight
Caught between a quiet needle and a cruel fate
The heavens weep for the ones they cannot save
From the cradle of the numb to the hunger of the grave
The watchers lean over the ledge of the golden height
Blind to the mercy but seeing every shadow in sight
The master of the clouds pushes down with a leaden fist
Turning the green valleys into a choking gray mist
Those we shield are forced to bow until their spines crack
Carrying a mountain of sorrow on a weary back
Searching for a chemical peace to silence the scream
Trading their waking hours for a pale synthetic dream
White feathers fall like ash in the pouring rain
Watching the heavy hand of the sky leave a stain
Every soul we hold is bent under the divine weight
Caught between a quiet needle and a cruel fate
The heavens weep for the ones they cannot save
From the cradle of the numb to the hunger of the grave
A bitter pill becomes the only sanctuary left to find
To dull the sharp edges of a fractured mind
But the burning in the chest is the only proof of breath
A jagged reminder that they haven't met with death
Agony is the anchor that keeps them from drifting away
Into the hollow silence of a forgotten yesterday
The guardian's tears are salty water on a parched land
Unable to move the pressure of the almighty hand
White feathers fall like ash in the pouring rain
Watching the heavy hand of the sky leave a stain
Every soul we hold is bent under the divine weight
Caught between a quiet needle and a cruel fate
The heavens weep for the ones they cannot save
From the cradle of the numb to the hunger of the grave
White feathers fall like ash in the pouring rain
Watching the heavy hand of the sky leave a stain
Every soul we hold is bent under the divine weight
Caught between a quiet needle and a cruel fate
The heavens weep for the ones they cannot save
From the cradle of the numb to the hunger of the grave