Blood Of Angels

I can’t make my mood match the weather I can’t make the weather do what I want so I’ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die I tried to be good, I was a failure so I took to taking all the good men down it wasn’t hard to do, I just huffed and puffed and blew until all the two-shoes scattered underground you could be right they might come for me at night in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door for all my spite I might never win the fight but I will rage against the light forever more I drank the blood of angels from a bottle just to see if I could call the lightning down it hasn’t struck me yet and I would wage my soul to bet that there ain’t no one throwing lightning anyhow Too many tries at tempting fate to call it over and you get to thinking fate’s got different plans like maybe i’m not born to die but to bring darkness to the sky and pull that goddamn sun down anyway I can you could be right they might come for me at night in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door for all my spite I might never win the fight but I will rage against the light forever more and oh the hopelessly tender hearted tend to sing the loudest of love but my sweet temptations turn their songs into a lie I fold the grass over all they’ve started to never see the light of the sun as they dwell in darkness so shall I don’t try to come around here, spreading sentiments of cheer you told your last white lie, everything is not alright you hope, you pray, you love the light of day but there’s no one up there listening tonight you could be right they might come for me at night in angry mobs with torches bright outside my door for all my spite I might never win the fight but I will rage against the light forever more I can’t make my mood match the weather I can’t make the weather do what I want so I’ve resigned myself to pry that big old sun out of the sky and I will live my days in darkness 'til I die