Giving up slowly - underneath the weight of this world Shedding my white wings Watching as the halo burns If I scream out, striking out, die out Always going haunting, [?] from a [?] In the end When we've lost our only trust We'll turn from angels into dust Till there is nothing, nothing left of us I can hear them - voices from a thousand years Uninvited, living in between my tears If I scream out, striking out, die out Always going haunting, [?] from a [?] In the end When we've lost our only trust We'll turn from angels into dust Till there is nothing, nothing left of us In the end When we've lost our only trust We'll turn from angels into dust Till there is nothing In the end When we've lost our only trust We'll turn from angels into dust Till there is nothing, nothing left of us And in sign of who we are We'll turn from dust into the stars Till there is nothing, nothing left of us The project is in motion All is as you have foreseen, of course There is however a small matter of hybrid She is unpredictable and seems to be outside of your influence in some way We must end her