Tessa and Scott dance on the ice, above this world, free from it
as the melancholy romance music plays, and there is only them.
He has a soulmate in her, and they’ve dreamed this life together.
I wish I was an angel like her. I wish I was a brave prince like him.
Beauty in this world seems to fade so quick, leave only wounds.
That sad song and them above this world, brings for just a flash
a wonder to this rat-shit plane of existence, that is burning down
all that the human soul could make light, as if human life were trash.
The angels are tired of our shit, tired of fighting for a race that loves Satan.
Still, for a few stolen moments, art of pure souls and brave, strong people
can make heaven feel as close as the death that is breathing down our necks,
that paradise will be for all us left out, that we won’t be skewered on a steeple.