Angels - The Busters

Midnight has a pretty face — blonde or black or red

Midnight conquers every place under the pirate’s flag

Midnight’s burning in your veins hotter than reality

Midnight’s sister called desire haunt in your dreams

What’s good?

What’s bad?

Who cares?

Take me to your flat

Angles, angles with evil minds

Angles, angles with evil minds

Butterflies turn into beasts

Beauty bloodshed kiss and kill

You always stick to an angles face

Spider’s net is a thrill

Midnight burning in your veins hotter than reality

Midnight’s sister called desire haunt in your dreams

What’s good?

What’s bad?

Who cares?

Take me to your flat

Angles, angles with evil minds

Angles, angles with evil minds

What’s good?

What’s bad?

Who cares?

Take me to your flat

Angles, angles with evil minds

Angles, angles with evil minds

Midnight has a pretty face — blonde or black or red

Midnight conquers every place under the pirates flag

Butterflies turn into beasts

Beauty bloodshed kiss and kill

You always stick to an angles face

A spider’s net is a thrill

What’s good?

What’s bad?

Who cares?

Take me to your flat

Angles, angles with evil minds

Angles, angles with evil minds