On the Backs of Angels

Standing on the backs of angels destined to create, mounting the attack while heroes carry your weight. We spiral toward disaster, survival fading faster. Riding out the wave, content to feed on the machine. Leading us to death, the new American dream. You’re blinded by your hunger. Beware, your days are numbered! Tears fall from the shameless! Shelter me, guide me to the edge of the water. Selfless are the righteous! Burden me, lead me like a lamb to the slaughter. Blurring lines drawn in between what is right and what is wrong, victims on the radar stringing us along. We’re on to your agenda, the dead end road to nowhere. Tears fall from the shameless! Shelter me, guide me to the edge of the water. Selfless are the righteous! Burden me, lead me like a lamb to the slaughter.