This is an obsession
kind of agression with himself
It's the way he'll always be
He loves to rebel
To go against his [bad word] For him thats just being free

And he always will
Get his thrills
The only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he just loves
Being that dove
Roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind which no one knows

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head in disgrace with me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like [bad word] But I'm not feeling guilty

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 [bad word] 
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 yeah
His own little nation

Over there stands my angry angel
And he's shaking his head in disgrace with me
Over there stands my angry angel
And he's frowning like [bad word] But I'm not feeling guilty

I don't care
I'm flying