Who corrupted that mirror 
that's not me 
my wings are gone 
that collar is not mine 
I was a perfect angel 
ready to serve God 
who turned me off 
an angel I swear 
my beautiful soul 
a caress was enough for me

spaces to fly away 
always strong desire 
every house was mine 
who turned me off 

Betrayed by the pressing craving of the world 
have everything at once 
all in one day 
I am the wounded angel 
you betrayed me naivety 
I believed in that world 
and finally here I am 
always hanging on a poster 
but I'll handle it like this 
showing off my talent to get there 

I do not know why 
just me 
turn me off 

Luck is in the arms 
in the strength of an idea 
a captivating face 
and an ounce of madness 
until a monster comes 
that gives us the energy 
that turned us off 

more difficult to take off 
purple skies above us 
we neither leave nor arrive 
we are now nailed 
mute and empty we are many 
fuck pandemic 
that you turned us off 

Betrayed by the pressing craving of the world 
have everything immediately 
all in one day 

Still two more wings 
I will pick myself up 
in those squalid hives 
i will not stay there again 
pure and transparent air 
more suitable for me 
I will find the courage 
the light inside me 

You know it too 
what's up 
still much to write 
here you will come for us 
there is still a world to believe in 

Oh yes 
Yes 
Oh yes 
we have determination to sell 
Yes 
there is still room if you want 
there is always a way to win