All seven days we crawl up to the ground All seven sins we wear just like a crown Angels will cry, and angels will moan When will they leave us alone?
Lolo, this is far from over Lolo, look over your shoulder Look right in our eyes And tell us why everything dies
Everything dies.
All seven spirits emerge from the clouds Seven last words never spoken out loud Angels will plot, and angels will scheme To never wake up from the dream
Lolo, this is far from over Lolo, look over your shoulder Look right in our eyes And tell us why everything dies
Loloooooo Look over your shoulder Look right in our eyes And tell us why everything dies
