Burning down all my angels 
I'm breaking up that whole idea 
There's no magic 
I'm breaking up that whole idea 
I'm so miserable, 
and my guarding force unsuitable to protect me through the day 
I'm not free at all, 
and the vultures wait for me to fall, use my agony as prey 
unpredictable, 
on the verge of trying to to kill us all, and then leave without a trace 
Rain's washing the pavement 
making room for something real 
There's no danger 
I'm making up the whole idea 
I'm so miserable, 
and my guarding force unsuitable to protect me through the day 
I'm not free at all, 
and the vultures wait for me to fall, use my melody as pray 
unpredictable, 
on the verge of trying to to kill us all, and then leave without a trace