Lyric Angry Boy

Blending his grin into a sneer
Up to his neck in ancient shit
He d make a real good military beast
But i m afraid that s about it
Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out
Angry boy
He would rather kill than find a cure for it
Poor boy
But she emm may you down, hold you close
neath her wings it s alright she ll take care of you

He stopped looking up at what might have been
He left no room to turn around and change
He s waiting for the panic to set in
He s hunting around for pain

Talking off the wall in a voice to shut you out
Angry boy
He would rather kill than find a cure for it
Poor boy
He s got soft words he will
Slug you with

But she ll lay you down, hold you close
neath her wings it s alright she ll take care of you