Angel Soul (In Memory Of Sharon Tate)

Where can your angel soul find its last shelter?
You ain't no survivor of the Helter Skelter.
Your unborn baby floating in a dark pool,
While angels and sinners are under the same rule.
We all are the innocent victims of a bloodbath,
And were led by blind faith up the garden path.
The dissolute life is gonna make us bite the dust.
Death seems a big game hunter with unquenchable lust.
Don't knock on heaven's door, it's on a safety lock.
There's no way out, coz we're still on the chopping block.

by Aram Stefanian

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