Angel Of Meth - The Rotted

Stripped and deluded, a pitiful site

Wind cuts the flesh beginning our flight

Yearned immortality the world hurtles by

Braving the elements reaching the sky

Shapeless voids, givers of light

A time once enjoyed the world hurtles by

With the audacity to mourn this untimely death

Broken and ruined, I’m the Angel Of Meth

Breathing a strain with this weight on my chest

Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best

The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death

I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth

Pillager of the soul, the killer of light

A desperation that brings exquisite delight

The chances of falling are slim if not slight

Riding up high trying to recreate flight

As the fear sets in I can see what’s going on

Naked and riding a tour bus — I’m gone!

Crashing through the skylight I land of my head

A battered up fool I’m the Angel Of Meth

Breathing’s a strain with this weight on my chest

Can stifle a gasp or a murmur at best

The Devil’s inside me so won’t fall to my death

I’m the king of the world I’m the Angel Of Meth

Suddenly it hits me, the god-awful truth

What the fuck was I doing up on the roof???

I could’ve slipped and fallen to a premature death

No real loss to music (The Angel Of Meth!?)

A naked ripped up body strewn down the road

Unrecognizable features with insides exposed

Piecing me together would be no easy feat

For the officers and coroners who arrive on the scene

I suppose I was lucky landing on my head

With superficial bruising, not a broken neck

But I couldn’t nod my head or stamp my feet without shooting pains

The last time I indulge in these moronic games

I’m the Angel Of Meth