Where the Angels Burn - William Control

I self destruct, panicked dreams and violence skies in a lonely bed

I lie in, ooh please instruct

All alone aside for my image

The deepest wings I drown

I feel like a fool, like a mad man fighting cancer

I feel my abuse, a drug addled victim

I understand him

Somehow I’ll be there, in the flames of my own failure

Somehow I’ll find you

Stranger we become

Through the gates of iron sin

When I chase you down to hell

Would I give up everything for

Stranger we become

Through the gates of iron sin

When I chase you down to hell

Would I give up everything for love?

I self destruct, silence of the anger and I laughed alone

I feel like a fool, like a mad man fighting demons

Pigs and effigies

I feel my abuse, a drug addled nothing, I understand him

Somehow I’ll find you in the flames of my own failure

Somehow I’ll be there

Stranger we become

Through the gates of iron sin

When I chase you down to hell

Would I give up everything for

Stranger we become

Through the gates of iron sin

When I chase you down to hell

Would I give up everything for love?

Make me strange, where the angels burn

Take me away, I’d give up anything

Make me strange, where the angels burn

Take me away, I give up anything for you

I stood at the gates of Heaven and spat into the face of Saint Peter

And told him to fuck himself

That was a laugh, that place Heaven

Will never exist for me as long as you’re not there standing by my side

I can dwell on the confusion of my experience

But I can try to live all days in anguish

Either option, I lose, if I wanna return to the sunshine and the living

I must cross an ocean of hate to get there

And a culture of enormous sorrow stands in my way

But you’re worth and enduring the worst of life’s creations

Your love, your forgiveness and tender touch

I would set myself on fire a thousand times for just five more minutes

Of your magnificence against my skin

I’m unfocused, I don’t want people to like me

Nothing matters except dying a thousand deaths

For receiving the simple pleasure of holding you one more time

I don’t have a clue how to find you

But I know that somewhere in the sunlight of the spirit

You’re there guiding me home to your bosom

We really are just made of iron and bone

Held together with weak skin and easy-to-open veins

We’ve been created from dust only to live and love

And get shoved back into the dirt

My beloved, I don’t have any idea how I’m going to find you but I will

Somehow, in the smiling grace of our ancestors

And with every ounce of energy in my bones

I will find you, all my love, all my love, all my love