Angry Angel - Imogen Heap

This is an obsession, 
A kind of agression 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 she's shaking her head, 
In disgrace with me
Yeah, over there stands my angry angel
And shes frowning like hell, 
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 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, 
I'm flying