Testo di Wasted Angel

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