The Angel with Six Wings

I've soared past mountains, to a place too far from here.
Where angels go, when all their hopes and dreams have died.
As I look down into the empty hearts upon crowded streets,
I see the faces belonging to whom you lied...

You are the one who has put them here.
You who knocked them from the sky.
You are the one who has been loved and revered.
You are the one who left them to die.

Betrayed by the words of desperate angels,
you feel that you must be the one to watch them die.
Hoping vengeance will be just as painful, as what they did to you.
Watching them suffer, you try to make up for their lies...

You are the one who left them here.
You plucked them from their sky.
You are the one who has been hated and feared.
You have lost the will to fly.