It's always darkest before dawn

Black trash has died before he was even buried
Sitting next to scarf wearing girls on the bus
But no one can hear the padded rhythm of his shoes before stepping into the devils den
Roses in the devils garden I tell you,
Roses in the devils garden

I used to tell him
What is your name because,
Angels who I have known climbed high and never came back down
So I left them there
In the sweetness so cold
And they stay there  sedated

So will you pray for me, for them, for all
Because you have electricity in your soul
And it could have a chance to come out play
For once before concrete deposition

And he says to me

Who the fuck are you to say
You’ve felt a shot in the dark
And whiningly speak of being
blinded by the sun and stars