Angels come down from the morning sky
Singing songs we do not understand
Losing touch, all caught up in the lie
We dance around and do not let them land
We're caught up in these clandestine events
That time prolongs, with long clandestine books
We drown the lively cries and gone laments
And laugh it off as pointless and absurd
Exchanging pleasant thoughts, we screw it up
Screw up our only plans, that slip away
Nothing can be loved, or we'll erupt
Now things get lost, and disappear in day
The angels sing, but men have raped our minds
Men from times when nothing was the same
We look and look, but we can never find
The answer to the winning of this game
But it is NOT a game, its NOT a show!
We've lifes to live, and everything's a loan
We know its wrong, the angels tell us so
Still we scream "GO!", and they leave us all alone.
