a bitter man s agenda a nihilistic view so afraid to feel inferior just keep obscuring the truth crowned king in your wasteland no right to sing the blues so dreadful and oppressive yet still a slave to gloom no halos your life condemned and you know that the past will come back to haunt you again your path is damned your path is damned your path is i hear you ve been repenting and the grief was too severe that the stress is never ending and the act was never quite sincere now your eyes have been pried wide open and you can t quell those fears so you suffer you suffer you suffer you suffer you suffer you suffer you suffer like all the rest the path you tread has never been more direct has left you with no respect has never taken you home but now it s taking you down below down below down below and you know that the past will come back to haunt you again no angels here no angels here no signs of the divine no signs of the divine no signs of the divine no signs of the change you swore that you would make no more blind hostility no more nights of losing sleep no more scorn or spite or hate no more ruthless jealous rage no more harboring disdain no more bitterness or enmity no more gods no more pleading there are no angels here there are no angels here there are no angels here no angels are here