T.O.Y.

So many nightmares falling from your hands
so many secrets you'll never understand
paint angels that dance 'round your head
give me your soul that's what she said
When angels take away your golden wings
from your small world of twisted little things
stars falling from your silk white sky
they fade away you don´t know why
So many feelings growing in your hand
so many answers you try to understand
catch ancient demons inside your head
defend your soul that´s what she said
Charisma she said
what you see is what you will get
and she's nothing but dust and ashes