This is an obsession
A kind of aggression with himself 
It's the way hell always be
He loves to rebel
To go against his ten commandments
For him, that's 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 he's shaking his head
In disgrace of me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell
But I'm not feeling guilty

Shine, shine, shine, shine
Rain, rain, rain, rain
Light, light, light, light

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...

Over there
Stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head
In disgrace of me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like hell
But I'm not feeling guilty

I'm not feeling guilty
'Cause I don't care
I'm not feeling guilty
'Cause I don't care

I'm flying...