Texty: Dismemberment Plan. Angry Angel.

I don't want to win I don't want to make them pay
I just to go my own way my own speed
The things you offer I don't want nor need
I don't want to fight I don't want to hear you talk
I only want to know when to walk and when to run
And I don't want revenge I don't want to save my pride
I only want to know I tried the best I can


I feel you when the cold winds blow
I hear you scratch my front door, and I knew you'd show
Angry Angel why don't you let me live my life
I've been trying to tell you all the things you do aint cool
Take your love I belonged to I'm alive now
I feel your feathers brush my back
As I give myself a ????????


Your crystal fang shine by the moon as you ask me you should bite
You treat justice like a whore and you're not even close to right



I don't want to win I don't want to take it there
I know you like to say you care
And that's a sin
And I don't to fight
I don't want the eye for eye
This isn't just a song that I sing its my real life


Well I don't want your help
I don't want to loose my mind
I hear your offer, but, thanks, no, I'm fine