Wake up at the break of dawn
They make my world spin
Shake them off and I run away
Into the city filled with sin
I look around and they’re all I find
I ride away again
I wanna world without their faces
I wanna feel no pain
But wherever I go, I’m stuck with these angels
These angels straight from hell
I take out my loaded automatic
And straight to earth they all fell
Chorus
These little plastic angels
Fucking with my head
I’m what they want, i’m what they need
These little plastic angels want me dead.
Pleasure could be their reason
Evil could be their goal
Eating up my conscience
These angels tear through my soul
should i keep running,
or fight my own fear,
they just seem to get stronger,
these angels come from hell.
Do I see a dead end,
Will i see this all unfold,
then i get up in bed,
I see she has my soul!
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3 comments:
Nice!!
I still think "little plastic angels" are techno gadgets like mobiles and comps !!
i see a fierce past in your vulnerable soul... Lil' plastic angles def. has something to do with the two-side face!
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