You were born to lead the charge
And shatter those who stay
Some might say it's a kind of an obsession
But you'd just say it's a shame they're so far gone
They'll call you by name; "Angel," they'll say and though it gets so hard you'd never want escape
I don't want to grow old
I don't want to be a faceless man
-But you never seem to sign yourself away
I don't want to be sold
I just want to be merchandized
-But you know what this is and that it won't ever change
If you take their love for granted, you'd be up and fine
If you wanted to change and that's so tempting, it'll be your time
They'll call you by name; "Angel," they'll say and though it gets so hard you'd never want escape
They'll call you a saint but you don't feel the same and as the pressure keeps on building you'll start to shake
Now another day has come and gone- another chance that you were given- your nerves will hold until you're shaken- and you're shaken.
When in time you think you're so far in, you'll find you were left behind
A reassuring arm brings Hope by your side
"But the tremors are good," she said, "and it's all been done before"
The panic that's taking hold is everything you're not equipped for
Deep down you want to shout, you barely hold it in,
"But the tremors are good," she said, "and it's all been done before"
This pressure, without a doubt, is something you could do without
"But the tremors are good," she said, "and it's all been done before"
But the panic has taken hold; it's everything you're not equipped for.
When you walk and no one pays attention, it's because they all felt denied
If you wanted a chance to change the world then I guess that's fine but
They'll call you a fake
And you won't like the change
But the pressure keeps on mounting and you start to break
They'll call you by name
"Angel" they'll say