Angels are just corpses with borrowed eagle wings,
they bring us into life with the discord that they sing.

I walk along a star-scape with my heart out on my sleeve,
and all the little dreams I have are lies to be believed.

The dark is getting closer now, but I'm still wide awake
and being bent as far as this is causing me to break.

So many I have hidden from, but from you I can't hide;
you've seen me at my very worst so you know when I've lied.

So take me from this star-scape, take my heart from off my sleeve,
show me what the truth is. Give me something to believe.