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.
