(Verse 1)
Burn your connections to your heavens this is bedlam
Confess to never learning life lessons from a seven
And 666 was the number that will breathe on me
I stray from Devil's agents that will bleed for me
And if God on my side makes a rebel child
Then what constitutes my half as a devil's child
And, I never hoped or believed
But I had a nightmare of all the evils never screened
To the public but I'm loving that I'm amounting to nothing
I'm someone in conjunction with being a better something
Rolling all around trying to burn through convection
Mark your calendars with the date of my resurrection

(Spoken)

The only chosen ones, are those that choose themselves
Those afraid of love and fear and emotion
Listen to my story, I have you in the palm of my hand

(Verse 2)
13, 13 on my tv screen
Mind hurting from control, but I keep it clean
Venomous is knowledge in today's age
A 13 year old, both a slave and sage
Write a synopsis on a God-less America
Bless only those whom only bless whom they not caring for
My heart burns for the pain on earth
Only hope for lonely children is religions word
And, I feel the power but only let it consume me
Rage is a feeling that's never speaking; just doom it brings
And my only wish is watch the world burn
A bitter blackness everyday the world turns
And I hope for the moment when I'll finally lose my mind
Then I'll finally be with Hall and Oates, out of touch, out of time
Waiting on the date for resurrection
Love disguised as evil, the perfect form of deception
(Spoken)

A change in the winds, means a change in the tides
All I ask of you is one question:

Do you believe in Angels?