The Lost Angel

Copyright: 2/20/98
The Lost Angel

I fell to earth
You know me.

My wings fled disabled
Am I free?

My knees are scabbed
Can't you see?

What of death and hell
I can be...

Your leader, your brother, your mother, your father.

The fire burns in my soul
What is this?

Contemplating my deliverance
Hit and miss.

I can no longer fly here
I just hiss.

I shall rise again and rule
In chaotic bliss.

As your mother, your sister, your friend, your leader.

There will come a time
When I fight back
No reason or rhyme
I will attack.

But be so aware
Of my discriminating wrath
Revenge of hell's stare
Burning and you'll crash.

(chorus)

The lost angel, lost no more
Do my bidding, be my whore
The lost angel, with scabs and sores
My servants settle the score.