(Verse 1) Burn your connections to your heavens this is bedlam Confess to never learning life lessons from a seven And 666 was the number that will breathe on me I stray from Devil's agents that will bleed for me And if God on my side makes a rebel child Then what constitutes my half as a devil's child And, I never hoped or believed But I had a nightmare of all the evils never screened To the public but I'm loving that I'm amounting to nothing I'm someone in conjunction with being a better something Rolling all around trying to burn through convection Mark your calendars with the date of my resurrection (Spoken) The only chosen ones, are those that choose themselves Those afraid of love and fear and emotion Listen to my story, I have you in the palm of my hand (Verse 2) 13, 13 on my tv screen Mind hurting from control, but I keep it clean Venomous is knowledge in today's age A 13 year old, both a slave and sage Write a synopsis on a God-less America Bless only those whom only bless whom they not caring for My heart burns for the pain on earth Only hope for lonely children is religions word And, I feel the power but only let it consume me Rage is a feeling that's never speaking; just doom it brings And my only wish is watch the world burn A bitter blackness everyday the world turns And I hope for the moment when I'll finally lose my mind Then I'll finally be with Hall and Oates, out of touch, out of time Waiting on the date for resurrection Love disguised as evil, the perfect form of deception (Spoken) A change in the winds, means a change in the tides All I ask of you is one question: Do you believe in Angels?