Angel Dust

Superstition, so divine.

Angel dust, settle on my mind.

Can’t feel my fingers, but I’m feeling fine.

I’m not moving, I’m not losing

Anything, but precious time.

Call me crazy, but I hear the trumpets.

A joyful noise, and a voice like thunder.

Angel dust, settle around my feet.

Leave behind the imprint of me.

For I’m the one, though I’m not me

Who’s promised life, eternally.

And for all the host of Heaven and Earth

I guarantee, I shall not be hurt

I shall not be pained, I shall not be scathed

Drops of blood trickle down my brain.

But I’m alive, and feeling so fine.

Superstition, so divine.

Angel dust, settle on my mind.

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