BG Bullet Wound - A die lyrics

White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Lights gone, days end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the cla** A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And she don't want to go outside, tonight And in a pipe she flies to the motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly, for angels to fly Ripped gloves, raincoat Tried to swim and stay afloat Dry house, wet clothes Loose change, bank notes Weary-eyed, dry throat Call girl, no phone And they say She's in the cla** A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us 'Cause we're just under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams But she don't want to go outside, tonight And in a pipe she flies to the motherland Or sells love to another man Its too cold outside For angels to fly An angel will die Covered in white Closed eye And hoping for a better life This time, we'll fade out tonight Straight down the line And they say She's in the cla** A team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since eighteen But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries They scream The worst things in life come free to us And we're under the upper hand And go mad for a couple grams And we don't want to go outside, tonight And in the pipe fly to the motherland Or sell love to another man It's too cold outside For angels to fly, angels to fly To fly, fly For angels to fly, to fly, to fly Angels to die