Blood Of Angels

I can't make my mood match the weather

I can't make the weather do what I want

So I resign myself to pry

That big old sun out of the sky

And I will live my days in darkness till 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 under ground

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 of tempting fate to call it over

And you get to thinking fates got different plans

Like maybe I'm not born to die

But to bring darkness to the sky

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 though the hopelessly tender hearted

Tend to sing the loudest of love

My sweet temptations turn these songs into a lie

I followed the grass over all the discarded

Never see the light of the sun

As they dwell in darkness so shall I

Don't try to come round here

Spreading sentimental cheer

You've told your last white lie

Everything is not all right

You hope you pray

You love the light of day

But there's no one up there listening tonight

I can't make my mood match the weather

I can't make the weather do what I want

So I resign myself to pry

That big old sun out of the sky

And I will live my days in darkness till I die

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 can't make my mood match the weather

I can't make the weather do what I want

So I resign myself to pry

That big old sun out of the sky

And I will live my days in darkness till I die