angel rage
we fuck around like fools
you look at us like you’re so much better
your god is a plastic doll
stick your face in a shredder
i double-devil down in anger
mess with him because you want to
sew your eyes shut
fingers plastered to internet glue
hate me now?
god, just you wait
script out the perfect bitch list
just about sealed your fate
crimson red ideals
laugh because you need it,
not because it’s funny
we’ll watch you have a childish fit.
your lungs need air.
and no, i don’t mean smoke
want me to die?
want me to choke?
it’s angel rage, that’s all.