Crayon angel songs are slightly out of tune But I'm sure I'm not to blame. Nothing's happened but I think it will soon, So I sit here waiting for God... and a train To the astral plane. Magic rings I made have turned my finger green And my mystic roses died. Guess reality is not what it seems, So I sit here hoping for truth... and a ride To the other side. Phony prophets stole the only light I knew And the darkness softly screamed. Holy visions disappeared from my view, But the angels come back and laugh in my dreams... I wonder what it means.