Frank The Baptist On My Tongue
The books are full of heroes
She's in league with Nero
She can't be denied
She fell from the sky
The specter imitates you
Even though she hates you
She spawned from a rift
My temptress and my gift
Fallen angel sings
I can't hear a thing
I taste it on my tongue
Fallen angel sings
I can't hear a thing
I taste it on my tongue
"Frank" she said, "The sorrow
Can't justify tomorrow."
Desperately she cried
At the lonely sky
"Release me!" she cried
But she was denied
"Release me!" she cried
But she was denied
Fallen angel sings
I can't hear a thing
I taste it on my tongue
Fallen angel sings
I can't hear a thing
I taste it on my tongue
Fallen angel sings
I can't hear a thing
I taste it on my tongue
Fallen angel sings
I can't hear a thing
I taste it on my tongue
"Frank" she said, "The sorrow
Can't justify tomorrow."
Desperately she cried
At the lonely sky
"Release me!" she cried
But she was denied
"Release me!" she cried
But she was denied