Crayon Angel songs are slightly out of tune But I'm sure I'm not to blame Nothing's happened but I think it will soon So I sit here waiting for God And a train to the Astral plane
Magic rings I made have turned my finger green And my mystic roses died Guess reality is not as it seems So I sit here hoping for truth And a ride to the other side
Phony prophets stole the only light I knew And the darkness softly screamed Holy visions disappeared from my view But the angels come back and laugh in my dreams I wonder what it means