Lyrics
"He hath come to the bosom of his beloved
Smiling on him, she beareth him to highest heav'n
With yearning heart on thee we gaze, o' gold-wing'd messenger of mighty gods"
Gold-winged
Angel
Go home
Don't tell
Anyone
What you are, you're sacred
And they're starved, and their art
Is getting dark, and there you are to tear apart
Tear apart, tear apart, tear apart
You better keep your head down
Better keep your head down
They're gonna tell you what you wanna hear
Then they're gonna disappear
Gonna claim you like a souvenir
Just to sell you in a year
You better keep your head down
Keep your head down
Better keep your head down
Keep your head down
That's good