Tired Angels from Between Atoms by Krista Muir

They drew their breath across my face
In the stillness of the morning
Immersed within a dream
I couldn't let them know
That they had buried me alive
in their time of mourning
It's time to rise above
It's time to rise up

I followed death into the grove
It turned to me and whispered go
It’s time to rise above
It’s time to rise up
Then death it flew into my hair
And it got tangled there
The more it struggled it cried
And then death (it) died

Anvils not angels weigh in
Dark matter
Brawlers betray championing
Dark matters
Challenging our universe
Dark matters
Strengthened when weakened
Reversed
Dark matters

My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired
My angels, my angels are tired

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