Angel goes to sleep each night
Wondering if she is all right
She hates and hates and hates and hates
Hates and hates for hating’s sake
Hates ‘til there’s no more hate to give
Then hates some more and won’t forgive
Angel wants to end her life
To end her internal strife
Angel, Angel loves to sing
Angel is a precious thing
Angel smiles and Angel cries
Angel really wants to die
Angel walks and Angel runs
Angel loves to make dumb puns
Angel hides under her lies
Angel has a good disguise
But Angel kissed the face of death
As Angel took her very last breath

Stand up straight, my little soldier
Stand up just a bit more bolder
Stand up ‘til you hit the sky
Stand up just a bit more high
Stand up ‘til you see the stars
Stand up ‘til there’s no more scars
Stand up ‘til your problems wane
Stand up ‘til you become sane
Stand up little soldier boy
Stand up to those other boys
Stand up ‘til they see you smile
Stand up ‘til they stop their rile
Stand up straight, my little man
Stand up, stand up while you can

Empty voices, empty sounds
Empty rooms inside this house
Hushed by fear and fear itself
breaking down my mental health
Nothing stirs and nothing lives--
inside this quiet empty house

Silenced whispers, silenced eyes
Silenced laughs and silences cries
Silenced, silenced day and night
Silenced, silenced, out of fright
Nothing speaks and nothing talks--
inside this quiet silenced house

Crumbling roof, crumbling bricks
Crumbling lies and crumbling tricks
Crumbling, crumbling bits of trust
Crumbling into bits of dust
Nothing stays and nothing stands--
inside this quiet crumbling house

Inside this quiet empty house
this quiet empty silenced house
this quiet empty silenced crumbling house--
Nothing lives, yet nothing dies
Nothing prospers and nothing thrives
Fear as sharp as sharpened knives
I am dead, yet I'm alive