| Stripped and deluded, a pitiful site
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| Wind cuts the flesh beginning our flight
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| Yearned immortality the world hurtles by
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| Braving the elements reaching the sky
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| Shapeless voids, givers of light
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| A time once enjoyed the world hurtles by
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| With the audacity to mourn this untimely death
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| Broken and ruined, I’m the Angel Of Meth
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| Breathing a strain with this weight on my chest
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| Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best
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| The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death
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| I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth
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| Pillager of the soul, the killer of light
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| A desperation that brings exquisite delight
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| The chances of falling are slim if not slight
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| Riding up high trying to recreate flight
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| As the fear sets in I can see what’s going on
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| Naked and riding a tour bus — I’m gone!
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| Crashing through the skylight I land of my head
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| A battered up fool I’m the Angel Of Meth
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| Breathing’s a strain with this weight on my chest
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| Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best
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| The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death
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| I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth
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| Suddenly it hits me, the god-awful truth
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| What the fuck was I doing up on the roof???
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| I could’ve slipped and fallen to a premature death
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| No real loss to music (The Angel Of Meth!?)
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| A naked ripped up body strewn down the road
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| Unrecognizable features with insides exposed
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| Piecing me together would be no easy feat
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| For the officers and coroners who arrive on the scene
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| I suppose I was lucky landing on my head
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| With superficial bruising, not a broken neck
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| But I couldn’t nod my head or stamp my feet without shooting pains
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| The last time I indulge in these moronic games
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| I’m the Angel Of Meth |