Guardian Angel - Hey

Every thursday my angel comes 
he knocks on the door of fate 
though everything inside him screams 
he prostitutes himself for me 
And his humiliation wraps itself around me 
With protective incantations 
so i don't have to pray 

The world is laid open for me 
I'm the lightness i'm the dream 
I'm the little toe of your foot 
The great of the world serve me 
My forehead is free of worry and my body's pure 
In my white dress string of amber 
My shoes are made of moss 

Nothing disturbes me in my merrment 
The only story is of I 

Yesterday angel said no 
A dark star is over my head 
My old face is wrinkled and cracked 
Scary is my shaking hand 
Fruit of fear cracks inside of me 
I start to prey again 
Feet are bleeding 
I'm the dirt from under your nail 

And I prey to be invisible 
My angel left me yesterday