(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?