Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Angel Butter, artist - Deca. Date of issue: 22.09.2013
Song language: English
Angel Butter |
| Do you know what it’s like |
| When your toys and clothes |
| Your books and games are lost forever |
| Burnt by hungry flames? |
| Touch, Bend |
| Break, Mend |
| She could make the flowers grow |
| Part clouds, wish away the blues |
| The whole world moves at a different pace than you |
| Vexed |
| With 29 years to reassess |
| Locked in the complex |
| Dance with the demoness |
| Listen |
| You were younger once |
| Driven like they are now |
| The world grew teeth |
| The sky filled with dark clouds |
| You pulled your heart out and placed it on a scale |
| For the Ancient of Days to play judge beyond the veil |
| You were prodigal |
| Recluse |
| Vagabond |
| vert |
| Bottom feeder, hedonist |
| World at your finger tips |
| Dope fiend pusher man |
| Half man, half amazed |
| Sky high |
| Lounging backstage at the masquerade |
| You wore bravado like chain-mail |
| Rain fell |
| City confines became Hell |
| Train rails stimulate brain cells |
| To lionize the meek |
| Young Jezebel’s sucking off the time release |
| Keep it moving |
| The muses avoid my phone calls |
| (you have one new message) |
| Yes they do |
| You don’t love me anymore |
| What happened to me and you? |
| I can’t extract you from my brain |
| Thank you, thank you |
| I know a girl that’s got eyes like gems |
| Touch, Bend |
| Break, Mend |
| Sometimes we get lost in abstraction |
| Exhale the half in these dreams and breath them back in |
| You want to follow foot steps and gain traction |
| You want words to become flesh then take action |
| Anyway you want it |
| You can make it happen |
| Exhale the half in these dreams and breath them back in |
| Kings, Queens, Supreme Beings, and Seedlings |
| All grow jaded from dog bites and bee stings |
| My skull’s host to God’s demons and ghost |
| Remote regions I must not even approach |
| I search |
| Bang my head against the wall 'til it bleeds |
| I take heed |
| I try to follow her lead |
| And come to terms with the dual nature of my own mind |
| Thoughts that grow wings are like canaries in a coal mine |
| The muses avoid my phone calls |
| (you have one new message) |
| Yes they do |
| You don’t love me anymore |
| What happened to me and you? |
| I can’t extract you from my brain |
| She’s got eyes like gems |
| Touch, bend |
| Break, mend |
| I created for myself a creature to tell of a time by |
| And on the lawns of her tongue |
| Flowers grew |
| Sweet scented words |
| Fell out her mouth |
| With living birds humming |
| Alien inside my head |
| The green love that grew there yesterday |
| Was dead |