Who is an angel

There is no love at all around

The temple as the renegade

You showed you'r level to the crowd

But what is it - a run of waste

 

A run of waste to simplifing

A hase of grase to all for one

Be proud not to be denied

From surface, and the planet round

 

For fears gifted an emotion

For rather thing what has to be

There is a mana magic potion

Inside what you have called PC

 

For faith there is an angel

And for the glory of a calm

You tear you'r self for an engagement

And play a role before he's down

 

But now to look far distant object

You ask me why and they appear

The stranged visitors of logic

Who blame, who waste you'r angels care

 

So no forgivance be applied

And tragedies are wrotten down

I crusified the feather lier

And killed you all with plazma gun.