Rose Of Los Angeles - Angels of Light

The Rose of Los Angeles

Now wrapped within her wires

The Rose of Los Angeles

Now breathing through her mask

The reasons long aborted

Inside her clouded glass

Her fingers soft but distorted

Now reaching for the past

Now gone gone gone gone gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

My children they are a treason

Take them from my fold

They hover now like three surgeons

To remove my slipping hold

Now gone gone gone gone gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

Gone gone gone gone gone

So may you marry early

And may your lover die

Then may you find some other

And may she murder you