THE ANGELS ARE GONE

Tropic Gold

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I got a feeling that there's something going on inside!
My body's telling me that I'm fucked up and not alright!
I just pray
I'm okay
But it's not looking good!
(Dear father)
Get me exorcized!

Don't wanna talk about it
Got nothing left to say
I wanna live with all the dirty things
Inside of me

I need a reason to stay
'Cause the angels are gone
Can you see it in my face?
That nobody's home
There's nothing left in me!

I need a minute to recover
I've just been outside
My face is itching
(Tell me father!)
Will I be alright?

Don't wanna talk about it
Got nothing left to say
I wanna live with all the dirty things
Inside of me

I need a reason to stay
'Cause the angels are gone
Can you see it in my face?
That nobody's home
There's nothing left in me!

You're sick and you like that
You're sick and you like that
The doctor goes and says to me
That I'll be better off in therapy
I seize up and I can't speak when they tell me
You're sick but you like that

You're sick but you like that, oh!
You're sick, but you like that!

I need a reason to stay
'Cause the angels are gone
Can you see it in my face?!
That nobody's home (that nobody's home!)

There's nothing left in
There's nothing left in
There's nothing left in
Me!

There's nothing left in!
You're sick and you like that
There's nothing left in!
Me!