Blood of Angels
I can't make my mood match the weather
I can't make the weather do what I want
So I resign myself to pry
That big old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness till I die
I tried to be good
I was a failure
So I took to taking all the good men down
It wasn't hard to do
I just huffed and puffed and blew
Until all the two cheeks scattered under ground
You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
For all my spite I might never win the fight
But I will rage against the light
Forever more
I drank the blood of angels from a bottle
Just to see if I could call the lightening down
It hasn't struck me yet
And I would wage my soul to bet
That there ain't no one throwing lightning anyhow
Too many tries of tempting fate to call it over
And you get to thinking fates got different plans
Like maybe I'm not born to die
But to bring darkness to the sky
Pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can
You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
For all my spite I might never win the fight
But I will rage against the light
Forever more
And though the hopelessly tender hearted
Tend to sing the loudest of love
My temptations turn these songs into a lie
I followed the grass over all the discarded
Never see the light of the sun
They dwell in darkness so shall I
I can't make my mood match the weather
I can't make the weather do what I want
So I resign myself to pry
That big old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness till I die
You could be right
They might come for me at night
In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door
For all my spite I might never win the fight
But I will rage against the light
Forever more
I can't make my mood match the weather
I can't make the weather do what I want
So I resign myself to pry
That big old sun out of the sky
And I will live my days in darkness till I die
Writer/s: Dave
