Angel of Meth
Stripped and deluded, a pitiful site
Wind cuts the flesh beginning our flight
Yearned immortality the world hurtles by
Braving the elements reaching the sky
Shapeless voids, givers of light
A time once enjoyed the world hurtles by
With the audacity to mourn this untimely death
Broken and ruined, I’m the Angel Of Meth
Breathing a strain with this weight on my chest
Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best
The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death
I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth
Pillager of the soul, the killer of light
A desperation that brings exquisite delight
The chances of falling are slim if not slight
Riding up high trying to recreate flight
As the fear sets in I can see what’s going on
Naked and riding a tour bus – I’m gone!
Crashing through the skylight I land of my head
A battered up fool I’m the Angel Of Meth
Breathing’s a strain with this weight on my chest
Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best
The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death
I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth
Suddenly it hits me, the god-awful truth
What the fuck was I doing up on the roof!!!?
I could’ve slipped and fallen to a premature death
No real loss to music (The Angel Of Meth!?)
A naked ripped up body strewn down the road
Unrecognisable features with insides exposed
Piecing me together would be no easy feat
For the officers and coroners who arrive on the scene
I suppose I was lucky landing on my head
With superficial bruising, not a broken neck
But I couldn’t nod my head or stamp my feet without shooting pains
The last time I indulge in these moronic games
I’m the Angel Of Meth |
