I’ve got an angel
On my shoulder but
The devil’s staring me down
Tried and trying
To keep that frown
Right side down.
I’ve got an angel
On my shoulder but
The devil’s staring me down
Tried and trying
To keep that frown
Right side down.
180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?
Well, some say yes
and some say no,
but I’m here to tell you
it doesn’t matter which way you go.
‘Cause you all end up
in the same place,
in the same time,
face to face with the thing
you may deem divine.
And that’s God.
God is the magical one,
the mysterious one,
the one that may seem to be having
all the fun.
He’s playing with the puppets,
and you’re the one
that’s doing his wishes
and not having fun.
But I’m not here to tell you
what’s false and what’s true,
I’m here to tell you that
you decide what you do.
I’m not here to tell you
what’s right and what’s wrong
I’m here to tell you that
you do belong.
Even though you’re self-esteem
may be gone.
Face bent in an
Unending frown and
Unhappily laughing
at Fraudulent company
Trying to fit in to a
World with standards
That are seemingly
Unreachable, untouchable
sired by masked butchers
Struggling to be herself
when she is Afraid
she isn’t good enough
Hungrily staring at
the screen and Desperately
trying to create
that Illusion
that Everything she does
isn’t just to protect this
delusional structured Pattern
of Pity and misguided intention
and flattering Insanity
Her mind lost in a
Societies Venomous touch,
confused and Sometimes
Regretting her Whole-hearted
Devotion to fit in
to this Television world
of glamorous Emptiness
and Sometimes
Hating herself
for falling scared
Helpless and shackled, in
Invisible chains does she
freely walk about,
Seeing the World
through a distorting haze
her vision Fades
with Eyes half-shut
The Infernal, complex,
and Invincible structure
that Haunts her in
her dreams and drives
Her Insaine that
she is obsessed
addicted and
Ashamed
180 degrees can change my life
as i sit here stabbing the air with this knife
should i turn around and end it now?
or continue this life beneath this frown?