With bent and dented wings
He crawled away
Plagued by horrible things
In His World of yesterday
He always thought there
Was no where left to fall
No one left to fear
And then he lost it all
The Ashphalt Angel
Seeking salvation once more
Lost his streetlight halo
His body scarred and clawed
His armour gleaming chrome
Now battered and grown dull
Wounded he will heal alone
To rise from where he fell

Body bandaged tight
The blood has ceased to flow
Dragging himself out of the light
To find the dark he didnt know
Rising to his knees
He starts to scream and shout
Renouncing all he believed
And all he thought and felt
He swears at the stars
He'll never bleed again
And so the healing starts
The closing of his scars

His body is now sterling silver
His heart is set in stone
He no longer needs believers
Flawless in being alone
The wings have been re-forged
The metal shining bright
Body mind and soul is purged
He's lost and drunk on night
No blood within his veins now
Substances course through him
Never again will he bow
To man or devil, god or sin
Inside he's still a demon.