The hurt behind lies

Angels surround me,
angels of a different kind
they destroy your inner ambitions
and control you heart and mind

they dress in back rags
and there wings are devil red
and theres no shiny halo
that rests upon there head

instead there ratty hair
tangles round there hips
and tears of a broken heart
rests upon there lips

there hands are dull
and nails are rotten
there eyes full of sadness
and there feelings forgotten

i was once scared
of there painful cries
but now i know even angels
are hurt by lies