Crayon angel songs are slightly out of tune
But I'm sure I'm not to blame.
Nothing's happened but I think it will soon,
So I sit here waiting for God... and a train
to the astral plane.
Magic rings I made have turned my finger green
And my mystic roses died.
Guess reality is not what it seems,
So I sit here hoping for truth... and a ride
to the other side.
Phony prophets stole the only light I knew
And the darkness softly screamed.
Holy visions disappeared from my view,
But the angels come back and laugh in my dreams...
I wonder what it means.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI