No More Angels

oh angel of god - my guardian dear

i ask you for love - why won't you appear?

and through the valley of fear - i walk myself alone

the breath of the devil on my neck and yet no home

yet these sinners through stones

these fed clones

these winners in suits get thrown bones

like fred flinstone

phones with no lines to heaven just hell

at the age of eleven i ask how far have i fell

at the age of 18 i ask how far have i fell

see this hole is so deep, i cant get out of the well

well - i guess we're all just victims of the past to the present

depression is the essence that blinds eyes to what im destined

however when i raise the bar to the very next level

the clever balzabar reveals himself as the devil

he boasts scorns with goats horns he'll forever remain

from henceforth and whence north the whether is rain

 

so where's my angel of god, my god god

so where's my angel of god, my god god

so where's my angel of god, my god god

so where's my angel - yep

so where's my angel

 

all i wanted was an angelic applause

from devine devision of source

but this vision of coarse

was as fake as the god's - norse - lost cause

yeh they tell they tell ya can't put your life on pause

but the alarm is ringing - and i don't wanna wake

and the clock is ticking - but i just can't take

the yellow brick road to this false fucking fantasy

see the lion with no courage is this kid's worst fucking enemy

this kid named anthony

is his own angel of god

as he spits this blasphemy

he stares at the stars through the fog

he chills on mars reminiscing what he lost

though the thrills gone past will not ever be forgot

- until he reaches to the very fucking top

the shoes he sports will forever horde a knot

 

 

now i realise that real eyes can't master this wit

spit arsenic scripts - faster then quick

asked the man in the mirror is ya heart with it

should i stand and deliver or remain on par with kids

see, this decisions an incision up in my vision

envisioning excision mc’s with verbal precision

curve the tradition cause the law needs revision

these whores indorse scores of musical sores causing collisions

of the mental of the most fundamental

man their testing me don't make me temperamental

the brand is worth investing in to make it continental

with my hand and my pencil - i can make it monumental

see self doubt leads to self loathing

my mind forever roaming

endeaver