If God would send his angels
In rain, would we still be blind?
Would they teach us to become
The fate we are meant to find?
Striving for attention and for pain
To break an eternal routine
But in the dark and grieving minds
Will murky waters our bodies clean?
In the place that takes our huddled masses
And gives to each a home and name
Violates the dreams of perfect freedom
To only pray our god of fame
To believe our crimson tears of hate
Could finally be undone
Violence and spite erased from souls
The broken webs in hearts respun?
Why choose a day to teach worthwhile
Only to mend a bitter heart
When with the lives of innocents in hand
Receives gold from the very start?
We hide our true intentions behind a smile
Inviting the coldness welcome in
Tired from our nights of restless dreams
Misery is the only light to win
Conceal our fury upon ourselves
Bestowed with ethereal, glowing jewels
Grieving for those who strived for reasons
To see the cuts that seep upon the schools
Through the black clouds of shadowy souls
Shines an everlasting light of dawn
If God would send his angels
Our spirits would be free to change
And bend the rules to fix anything. The world.
In rain, would we still be blind?
Would they teach us to become
The fate we are meant to find?
Striving for attention and for pain
To break an eternal routine
But in the dark and grieving minds
Will murky waters our bodies clean?
In the place that takes our huddled masses
And gives to each a home and name
Violates the dreams of perfect freedom
To only pray our god of fame
To believe our crimson tears of hate
Could finally be undone
Violence and spite erased from souls
The broken webs in hearts respun?
Why choose a day to teach worthwhile
Only to mend a bitter heart
When with the lives of innocents in hand
Receives gold from the very start?
We hide our true intentions behind a smile
Inviting the coldness welcome in
Tired from our nights of restless dreams
Misery is the only light to win
Conceal our fury upon ourselves
Bestowed with ethereal, glowing jewels
Grieving for those who strived for reasons
To see the cuts that seep upon the schools
Through the black clouds of shadowy souls
Shines an everlasting light of dawn
If God would send his angels
Our spirits would be free to change
And bend the rules to fix anything. The world.
