There was an angel face And there were these angel eyes And as he wakes up and all is always settled And as he wakes up and maybe is tired And as he wakes up and there is this sense of evil And as he wakes up and he has to clean Clean Clean Clean Clean My prick is dead My heart is dead My soul is dead My head is dead Stone heart - Stone heart - you such a Stone heart There was an angel face and there were these angel eyes