This is a song about "A clockwork angel"

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Chromed-out mansion in paradise

The winged angel with a knife

Your mind can say no but she can't control the urges

But my angel dont need angeldust to stay dangerous

Your my angel and thats all i really want to say

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

To. a cold wind blew, knew i was through. i swear an angel sang!

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

I'll straight drop your ass, here comes "clockwork orange",

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

Never wrong at any level

Like that tragedy chris angel,

*angel* don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one