Roman Rain

Pain, obedience and fear
Turned to ways of our lives.
Skies above us all had gone
Into just thin gray line.
We're kept in the limits of sense,
By the strings, but are they strong enough?
And locked are the doors of defense
By the small gods inside of us.
Angel, angel.
Small gods inside of all of us.
Angel, angel.
True face we hope to see in us.