This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himself

It's the way hell always be

He loves to rebel, to go against his ten commandments

For him, that's just being free

And he always will, gets his thrills, the only way he knows

how

Well it might make you frown

But he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go

to a state of mind that no one knows

Over there stands my angry angel

and she's shaking her head, in disgrace with

me

Yeah over there stands my angry angel

and she's frowning like hell, but I'm not

feeling guilty

Over and over again, more and more for the pain

To release himself, from this shell

Time after time, you may glare at

him for the way he looks

Like something drawn up from

Hell

But that's just his cover,

from what is under it

All his imagination, his

passion for creation

which he has discovered,

uncovering a world, of

amazing sensations

His own little nation

I don't care,

I'm flying