Burden Of The Angel Beast

Everybody's looking for who they are

Those who know, don't have the words to tell

And the ones with the words, don't know too well

Could be famine, could be the feast

Could be the pusher, could be the priest

Always ourselves we love the least

That's the burden of the Angel Beast

Birds of paradise, birds of prey

Here tommorrow, gone today

Cross my forehead, cross my palm

Don't cross me, or I'll do you harm [to chorus]

We go crying, we go laughing

Never understand, the time we were passing

Kill for money, die for love

Whatever was God thinking of [to chorus]