Angels (Act 1) Lyrics

Young boy, you've grown with age

You've filled with rage

You learned to hate all of those things you used to crave

You're so angry, and a bit confused

You said you'd take back from the world that which that god has taken from you

You burned down the bells

You sealed off the well

So tell all the angels they better not show

I'm not coming home

Together forever, forever alone

Tell all the angels

I'm never coming home

So you've gone to meet your maker

So you've gone to meet your maker

All alone he plainly waits

He was smoking a 27

He said "it's getting kinda late"

All I tried to do was help you

And all you did was push away

So who am I to judge you?

You made your bed and now you'll lay

Now your veins they are so vacant

Just like the creek that you bled dry

You tried

You tried

You tried

So tell all the angels, they better not show

I'm not coming home

Together forever, forever alone

Tell all the angels

I'm never coming home

I'm never coming home