From a Different Angle

Verse 1
Some days I wake and Wana be a guardian angel,
other days I wake at a different angle,
in the darkness of the devil,
there's not a scenario in my heart to make the day start,
without the mark,
of the demon who makes me feel less human.
A good day, the debts to pay, are to help anyone in anyway, no move too sharp, no task too hard, no journey too far,
Some days I wake with a feeling I can't shake,
the voice in my head,
that grabs me out my bed,
no time to relax,
the pain is at the max,
he's got me in his grip,
where noone gives a shit,
I Wana share the pain,
into those veins,
of those who betray,
because at the end of the day,
why am I the only one to pay,
Spread the hate,
spread the fight,
put the same pain in everyone to fight,
see whos last,
see who passed,
as this is the task,
that'll never pass,
in you forever,
whatever your endeavour.
Whatever the weather
I'll sit and watch how long it takes,
to see you break.
Chorus
From a different angle,
To a guardian angel,
Caught in the grip where the pain is the max.
A debt to pay,
Or a price to weigh,
Pulling me back on the devil's tracks.
Either healing the soul or watching 'em break,
That's the heavy choice I've got to make.
Verse 2
The days when the devils asleep,
the angels indeep,
can creep,
into the lives and push those to thrive,
the power to regenerate, to stop the hate,
The power to motivate
and create a state
that generates a soul not ready for them to take.
Filled with empathy,
filled with sympathy,
Filled with ambition,
Flat line the aggression,
Handle any situation,
Reject the manipulation,
Embrace the creation.
Expell the stagnation.
Turning the tide where the light can be found,
Pulling the broken right up off the ground,
Building a bridge where the damage was done,
Greeting the dawn with a brand new sun,
Clearing the fog from the weight of the chest,
Giving the weary a moment to rest,
Finding a purpose to start up anew,
Showing the path that a heart can break through.
Chorus
From a different angle,
To a guardian angel,
Caught in the grip where the pain is the max.
A debt to pay,
Or a price to weigh,
Pulling me back on the devil's tracks.
Either healing the soul or watching 'em break,
That's the heavy choice I've got to make.

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Verse 1 Some days I wake and Wana be a guardian angel, other days I wake at a different angle, in the darkness of the devil, there's not a scenario in my heart to make the day start, without the mark, of the demon who makes me feel less human. A good day, the debts to pay, are to help anyone in anyway, no move too sharp, no task too hard, no journey too far, Some days I wake with a feeling I can't shake, the voice in my head, that grabs me out my bed, no time to relax, the pain is at the max, he's got me in his grip, where noone gives a shit, I Wana share the pain, into those veins, of those who betray, because at the end of the day, why am I the only one to pay, Spread the hate, spread the fight, put the same pain in everyone to fight, see whos last, see who passed, as this is the task, that'll never pass, in you forever, whatever your endeavour. Whatever the weather I'll sit and watch how long it takes, to see you break. Chorus From a different angle, To a guardian angel, Caught in the grip where the pain is the max. A debt to pay, Or a price to weigh, Pulling me back on the devil's tracks. Either healing the soul or watching 'em break, That's the heavy choice I've got to make. Verse 2 The days when the devils asleep, the angels indeep, can creep, into the lives and push those to thrive, the power to regenerate, to stop the hate, The power to motivate and create a state that generates a soul not ready for them to take. Filled with empathy, filled with sympathy, Filled with ambition, Flat line the aggression, Handle any situation, Reject the manipulation, Embrace the creation. Expell the stagnation. Turning the tide where the light can be found, Pulling the broken right up off the ground, Building a bridge where the damage was done, Greeting the dawn with a brand new sun, Clearing the fog from the weight of the chest, Giving the weary a moment to rest, Finding a purpose to start up anew, Showing the path that a heart can break through. Chorus From a different angle, To a guardian angel, Caught in the grip where the pain is the max. A debt to pay, Or a price to weigh, Pulling me back on the devil's tracks. Either healing the soul or watching 'em break, That's the heavy choice I've got to make.

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