Song Association (Self)

Angry Angel
Imogen Heap

This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself
It’s the way he’ll always be
He loves to rebel
To go against his ten commandments
For him, thats just being free.

And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he just loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind that no-one knows

Over there stands my angry angel
And he’s shaking his head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And he’s frowning like hell, but I’m not feeling guilty

Over and over again, more and more for the pain
To release himself, from this shell
Time after time
You may glare at him for the way he looks
Like something drawn up from hell

But that’s just his cover
From what is under it
All his imagination, his
Passion for a creation
Which he has discovered,
Uncovered a world, of
Amazing sensations
His own little nation

I dont care,
I’m flying