Imogen Heap - Angry Angel Lyrics
This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himselfIts the way hell always beHe loves to rebel to go against his ten commandmentsFor him, thats just being free.And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows howWell it might make you frownBut he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to goTo a state of mind that no-one knowsOver there stands my angry angelAnd shes shaking her head, in disgrace with meYeah over there stands my angry angelAnd shes frowning like hell, but Im not feeling guiltyOver and over again, more and more for the painTo release himself, from this shellTime after time, you may glare atHim for the way he looks like something drawn up from hellBut thats just his coverFrom what is under itAll his imagination, hisPassion for a creationWhich he has discovered,Uncovered a world, ofAmazing sensationsHis own little nationI dont care,Im flying