Crayon Angel songs are slightly out of tune
But I'm sure I'm not to blame
Nothing's happened but I think it will soon
So I sit here waiting for God
And a train to the Astral plane

Magic rings I made have turned my finger green
And my mystic roses died
Guess reality is not as it seems
So I sit here hoping for [bad word] 
And a ride to the other side

Phony prophets stole the only light I knew
And the darkness softly screamed
Holy visions disappeared from my view
But the [bad word] back and laugh in my dreams
I wonder what it means