Anjo Caído (part. Lucas A.R.T)

They say that things
That we have a soul
So I need calm
Make every part of what has its value count

From paradise, the abyss that attracts, hurts in the palm
Hand that reminds me of my trauma
Marks don't disappear from the body
But they bring with them a pain

Lie to me and say this is just a dream
So much terror to have the fate of a demon
I owe my life for this I am here myself
Hatred brought me straight to purgatory

F-Fallen angel, trash is gold in my hand
The-the Lost Angel, walking in the dump
F-Fallen angel, trash is gold in my hand
Lost angel, sees value in this dump

And falling, falling, falling more
Looks, traces, what about my peace?
Hate, just hate is enough
I never fit in and that's just how it was before

In this land too desecrated
Do angels have real wings?
And a soul here full today lies here
Your value does not cure me, but it satisfies me

But it doesn't cure
(But it doesn't cure)
But it doesn't cure
I never really fit in before

A little is enough
Listen to that beat
Something like the Midas touch!

Oh, baby, long before
Kick me out
From this false paradise

I saw the shine
Of what you used to throw away like trash
Don't call me Devil
I prefer Fallen Angel!

This is revenge, not dreams
For crimes not committed
Your sins disguised as law
This trash has more soul than you

Tell those dirty fingers that pointed at me
And they threw me to the ground
That I know what they abandoned
Like the back of my hand

I saw the shine
Of what you used to throw away like trash
Don't call me Devil
I prefer Fallen Angel!

This is revenge, not dreams
For crimes not committed
Your sins disguised as law
This trash has more soul than you

Tell those dirty fingers that pointed at me
And they threw me to the ground
That I know what they abandoned
Like the back of my hand

I saw the shine
Of what you used to throw away like trash