Fake Magic Angel - Kyle Craft

Well, if you find your way out wandering

Walking in a dead man’s shadow

If you hit that quicksand running

Count me out kid I can’t follow

'Cause I put to rest your revelations

I cut the rope, that tie that bound you

Still you ate that incarnation

Just like the day that I found you

Oh you still wear that smile

Your crazy whispering denial, sweet nothings

I can’t be the only boy

Who can see, who believes

You’re a fake, you’re a fake magic angel

You’re a fake, you’re a fake magic queen

Yeah, you suck life out of all what’s around you

But you won’t be sucking nothing out of me

So move along I’m sick of sad songs

Feels just like some ear full of dead air

Seen the part where I said so long

But this is the part where I don’t care

To aid you in your black hole conquest

To hear you balled each boy in each barroom

Still you flaunt yourself in that same dress

And talk how your magazines taught you

But you still wear that pout

Your crazy words stayed in your mouth

Just nothing, I can’t be the only boy who can see, who believes

You’re a fake, you’re a fake magic angel

Just a gear in this fake magic scene

Yeah, you twist and you turn with the times babe

You’re a fake in a fake magic machine

So pinch me every time I dream

This waking life gets weird enough to not want to sleep

Seems every time I see you I got secrets to keep

And it hurts to know

Yeah, it hurts me so

That you still wear that grin

You’re crazy pissing in the wind

Sweet Jesus, I can’t be the only boy who can see, who believes