Lyrics

Obsessed, distressed, a loss of in innocence. Nose to the grindstone, it?s just a slow low death. Trying to get ahead from so far behind, a head full of questions; about to lose your mind. What you need and what you want confuses all your deepest thoughts. (Chorus) When the angles call, I hope you know they?re coming. When the angel?s call, they can?t be bought with money, when the angels call. Can?t seem to sleep, stay up every night. Just to exist is a struggle, you never feel quite right. Everybody say?s to you, ?hang in there?, don?t have the answers, all you know is you?re scare. There?s got to be a better way to make through ?til judgment day. (Chorus) Fight to find a reason for you to hang around. Look up to the sky; can you here them? (Chorus)