This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself
It's
the way hell always be
He loves to rebel to go against his
ten commandments
For him, thats just being free

And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows
how
Well it might make you frown
But he loves, being
that dove, roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind
that no-one knows

Over there stands my angry angel
And she's shaking her head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over
there stands my angry angel
And she's frowning like hell
but I'm not feeling guilty

Over and over again, more
and more for the pain
To release himself, from this
shell
Time after time, you may glare at
Him for the
way he looks like something drawn up from hell

But
that's just his cover
From what is under it
All his
imagination, his
Passion for a creation
Which he has
discovered
Uncovered a world, of
Amazing
sensations
His own little nation

I don't
care
I'm flying