• Sweet little angel falling fast
    Why did you think you could last
    The day is not yet young
    But you have already been hung

    The play is set
    Curtains won't fall
    Noose is the bet
    This will be the last ball

    Masked phantoms that dance
    All stop and glance
    Cruel laughter is shown
    Like a cold wind blown

    Wings been ripped
    You are stripped
    The rope is tight
    Your last flight