Crayon Angels' song are
slightly out of tune
but I'm sure I'm not to blame
Nothing's happend but
I think it will soon
so i sit here waiting for
God and a train to the Astral plane
Magic rings i've made have turned
my finger green and my mystic
roses died guess reality is
not as it seems so i seat here
hoping for truth and a ride
to the other side
Phoney prophets stole the only light
I knew and the darkness softly
screamed Holy visions disappeared
from my view but the angels
come back and laugh in my dreams
I wonder what it means