It's hiding in the corner of every sacred place before the ambush you won't want to recognize its face It slithers like a viper readies its attack tears your flesh and soul apart then clings on to your back But not till it turns away can you feel the pain of all the damage done and you may notice that this quick opiate might wear the wings of angels that's when you realize you've been shot down wounded unto death by something called love It followed you to hell, Ange a double agentwho will listen your every lie but never tell on you (just whisper to you true) It promises you silk things but burns the clothes you wear gives you leave in heaven and you scream that it's unfair to force you to compare But not till it turns away can you feel the pain of all the damage done and you may notice that this quick opiate might wear the wings of angels that's when you realize you've been shot down wounded unto death by something called love...