I am the Angel   you are the hands that grab me   I am forgotten   and you are alone   justification-   perfect stimulation   make me a treasure...   make me a gun   I am the mountain   that watches the valley   pretending the answer   lies under my thumb   I am your secret   that makes you feel stronger   that makes you act colder   when I'm around   I am the Angel   you are the hatred   that has sipped my blood   and broken my wing   I am forgotten   but you are forgiven   still I long for the sleep   that never comes to me   I am empty...   I am cold...   I am cold...