Blood Of Angels

I can’t make my mood match the weather

I can’t make the weather do what I want

So I’ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky

And I will live my days in darkness til I die

I tried to be good I was a failure

So I took to taking all the good men down

It wasn’t hard to do

I just huffed and puffed and blew

Until all the two-shoes scattered underground

You could be right

They might come for me at night

In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door

For all my spite

I might never win the fight

But I will rage against the light forever more

I drank the blood of angels from a bottle

Just to see if I could call the lightning down

It hasn’t struck me yet

And I would wage my soul to bet

That there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow

Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over

And you get to thinking fate's got different plans

Like maybe I'm not born to die

But to bring darkness to the sky

And pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can

You could be right

They might come for me at night

In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door

For all my spite

I might never win the fight

But I will rage against the light forever more

And oh the hopelessly tender hearted

Tend to sing the loudest of love

But my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie

I fold the grass over all they’ve started

To never see the light of the sun

As they dwell in darkness so shall I

Don’t try to come around here

Spreading sentiments of cheer

You told your last white lie

Everything is not alright

You hope, you pray

You love the light of day

But there’s no one up there listening tonight

You could be right

They might come for me at night

In angry mobs with torches bright outside my door

For all my spite

I might never win the fight

But I will rage against the light forever more