It's hiding in the corner   of every sacred place   before the ambush you won't want to    recognize its face   It slithers like a viper   readies its attack   tears your flesh and soul apart   then clings on to your back   But not till it turns away    can you feel the pain of all the damage done   and you may notice that   this quick opiate   might wear the wings of angels   that's when you realize   you've been shot down   wounded unto death by something called love      It followed you to hell, Ange   a double agentwho   will listen your every lie   but never tell on you   (just whisper to you true)   It promises you silk things   but burns the clothes you wear   gives you leave in heaven    and you scream that it's unfair   to force you to compare   But not till it turns away    can you feel the pain of all the damage done   and you may notice that   this quick opiate   might wear the wings of angels   that's when you realize   you've been shot down   wounded unto death by something called love...