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Wasted Angel

Boundaries

I wish that I was half as heartless as you made me out to be
Maybe then I wouldn't wake up every night screaming

Without meaning, pain is just a feeling
Without meaning, pain is just a feeling
I have seen the insides of gods and kings
They are plain and full of shame just like me
Just like me

Wash me in the wounds of lesser men
Anything to feel wanted
As hope dies, so do I
So do I
As hope dies, so do I

Desire prefers the hunt to the kill
How do I compare to the image you've built?
Man-made wings burn on approach
I am God's wasted angel

Condemned
Condemned
Condemned

Apostles
Shrieking from the steeples
Without meaning
Pain is just a feeling