I've go the hands of a fallen angel a down to Earth experience,
All this writing with ya eyes open is bound to hurt your weariness,
Flippin burgers like I'm pround to work serious, jobs,
My clearly clenched, weary fist throbs until my yearly fits calm,
All of this cherry lip balm only smoothes the surface,
As I move to work as a useless person,
Like who is certain that it's my broken wings scarin ya,
Hopelees screams, my broken wings paired in two, if they're paired with Zu's,
Tearin your heart into a million peices,
This thrilling piece is a brilliant thesis only if you really need it,
I'm stealing secrets from the hearts of a thousand men,
Chained to my greed, envy and lust so I'm "bound" to sin,
Hangliding from cloud 10 to Numbus 9,
Took me 8 tries to ascend the lies that the hitman tried,
7 seperate sets of heavenly angels,
6 different popes used rope to suddenly strangle,
But only 5 of them ride on the 4 seperate elements,
3 headed dogs guard the entrance for the hell of it,
2 different "profits" disguised as Jesus and Allah,
But only 1 God disguised his name is Yah-hah