Aerial row   eyes bestow   what's never told   till ink does fall in time   and reminds from the minds   still trite these words just rhyme   but at the least arteries till heaven holds   the heart   Murder an Angel   (I can't stand for nothing)   with a glance   in a trance   some romance and turn these   inner fears   into weird kind of gears and   all the craze   but Hollywood would never take you   never break you   and all the righteous rest in peace   and say   Murder an Angel   I will stumble I will fall or   I will drown in alcohol   I will wonder as I choose   and I will be the first to lose   (and I look up to the sky)   what I send to these friends   is the end of my elastic words   that are heard in the dirt of   all that will be...   (son of the grade   part of a distance   I would grow cold, I never know)...