Crayon Angel songs are slightly out of tune But I'm sure I'm not to blame. Nothin's happened but I think it will soon, So I sit here waitin' for God and a train, To the Astral plane. Magic rings I made have turned my finger green. And my mystic roses died. Guess reality is not as it seems, So I sit here hopin' for truth and a ride, To the other side. Phony prophets stole the only light I knew, And the darkness softly screamed. Holy visions disappeared from my view, But the angels come back and laugh in my dreams, I wonder what it means.