I had arrived
Dancing with a bunch of broken angels
Who had been people of pride
Who thought they were invincible

Who had fallen
To get up in vanity
To topple
Creeping full of contempt

I originate from contempt
From a land before this age
Where goons live in car wrecks
Between the hips of their mothers

I left this land wounded
Without wounds I'd stayed
Therefore I am grateful
The message of the broken angels

Who left for good to found a land
A land for this age
For the broken angels of this world
So I have many brothers and sisters

Their words remind me of the Old Land
Spoken in our New Land
I do love you broken angels
I love us