There’s no breadAnd there’s no wineI’ll hear your confessionIf you’ll hear mineWe live livesThat we makeI’ll be your angelIf my wings don’t breakYeah, there’s really nothing left to sayCause if you don’t need me and you don’t need meI’m nothingYeah, it doesn’t matter anywayCause if you won’t see me and you won’t see meI’m nothingFalling down, out from HeavenCrawling up, out from HellHold me up, I’m the son of angelsHold me down, maybe I don’t careHeld sacredThen thrown awayI will bleed for youAs I prayDressed in whiteAnd dragged through the mudI’ll be your bodyAnd your blood