Angels

I though I'd try a different one... i was listening to cradle of filth...

when trying to look beyond the stars
once i wished for angels to soar
now all i want is to fix my scars
as i wish for no angels, no more...

what goes up must come down and eventually even angels must go to hell

its these angels that follow me
they're bound to me until they've cast my soul out
"deceivith thou art!" they will shout
for pure and righteous never will it be

they will lay their vengeance upon me
yet i will remain strong
for none of these scars will people see
its my fault, that the angels were wrong

so now looking at my scars i sigh
and i wander away from my sorrows
as i stroll ponderously i look to the sky
i realize I'll just see it all tomorrow

no more angels is all that i need
just to be alone with no one around
left to myself, alone I'll bleed
until i lie peacefully in the ground

Jesus was lying right from the start
with all his angels and their guidance
because of these angels, dying i depart
ending all my relentless perseverance