Angels on Drugs

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Sol Hardy

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"You know, lungs are the closest thing to wings we'll ever have"

My friends are mad, they always have been
Hearts in bags, electric minds going bat shit 
Rap like a spaz for my spastic has-beens 
Polarized magnets that attract bad kids 
Synaptic semi automatic static in the rationality 
Split personalities augment reality 
I'll get the batteries, you get the acid reflux 
Capacitor. Back to the matter at hand 
We trying to handle a day with a head full of banshees 
I cannot make it a minute without thinking of candy
Something unholy to get the ghosts outta me
Sit and smoke shadows, we spit and hope shallow things 
Just to cope with the answers we can't live without 
And haven't gotten yet 

Angels on drugs. Angels on roof tops 
Angels fall up. Angels fall too calm
Angels on drugs. Angels on rooftops 
Angels on drugs

Let's take the angel as a metaphor for nevermore 
In other words, I've got homies resting under boards 
And other homies jealous of the corpse
Whoa 
That's a little real, and I'm trying to take it slow 
But I'm trying to make it so you won't forget the flow 
Cause the flow won't forget me 
Let's deconstruct the imagery
I mean let's cut the stigmas, please 
You ever loved a mental freak
Tried to solve their mysteries
End up getting lost inside the closet of their misery    
Yeah I get that cause I've been that and I've been back
Put a halo on for my friends that cut their wings off
Cause they could not stand to be alone 
With the ghosts in their hindsight 
Where's hope if you've let yourself die inside
Man, there's not 
I'm so over our coping by overly dosing on thought
You talk yourself out of a life
You talk yourself out of a lot 
You talk yourself out of your life
You talk us all out of a lot

Angels on drugs. Angels on roof tops 
Angels fall up. Angels fall too calm
Angels on drugs. Angels on rooftops 
Angels on drugs

They say home is where the people are
Yeah it's where you make it. I got home everywhere I go 
Now I try to take it. Home above and down below 
The ground is where I've staked it 
So I'm never fully there but I'm always on the way, shit
Tell me how we're supposed to escape this escapism
I mean keep these demons at bay without playing with them
I mean play with them without praying with them
I mean, I'll get faded and make bank with them 
I'll fall in love and then hate with them 
I'll grow up and probably cave with them
But I'll never wake with em. I'll never change with them
I'll keep the same pain with them, play the same games with them
Might get bigger and badder 'till the sky breaks with them 
And all of the angels look the same while they're falling like rain with them 
And I'm falling like rain with them 
And the ground comes up quick when you ain't paying attention 
And I might by a cynic for saying it simply 
But when I watch you get twisted, I mean blitzed as shit
I see a slow suicide curling on your lips
I see the face of my best friend, an angel who don't know
Who she really is 

Angels on drugs. Angels on roof tops
Angels fall up. Angels fall too calm
Angels on drugs. Angels on rooftops
Angels on drugs

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