Pink Mist

Walking through hell But I'm climbing up the Heaven's stairs Your bloody dress smells Pink mist up in the air Finding myself, in this freezing weather with despair And my bloody neck spills with blood Do my eyes deceive me? I could see all the evils clearly The beautiful angel have been weeping (Weeping) You could hear the trumpet in the evening (Evening) Yes they talk a lot These humans claim there God But there frail and weak Dying from a gunshot Weak little egos and a weak little soul And we're bunch of sinners, nobody's in control Only God's the one, have mercy on my soul You gave us your son, so I'll give you my soul I don't wanna, I don't I don't wanna jump I'm cleansing up the air This shotgun's gonna pump Walking through hell But I'm climbing up the Heaven's stairs Your bloody dress smells Pink mist up in the air Finding myself, in this freezing weather with despair And my bloody neck spills with blood Do my eyes deceive me? I could see all the evils clearly The beautiful angel have been weeping You could hear the trumpet in the evening