Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

Death Makes Angels Of Us All And Gives Us Wings Where We Had Shoulders Smooth As Ravens Claws.

I Can Make The Earth Stop In Its Tracks. I Made The Blue Cars Go Away. I Can Make Myself Invisible Or Small. I Can Become Gigantic & Reach The Farthest Things. I Can Change The Course Of Nature. I Can Place Myself Anywhere In Space Or Time. I Can Summon The Dead. I Can Perceive Events On Other Worlds, In My Deepest Inner Mind, & In The Minds Of Others. I Can I Am

We Could Plan A Murder Or Start A Religion.

We're Reaching For Death On The End Of A Candle We're Trying For Something That's Already Found Us

The Time You Wait Subtracts The Joy The Heads The Angel You Destroy