Are Any Of Us Angels, Girl?

About how people are so quick to adopt the moral high ground without looking at their own sins and mistakes

She's a self-appointed judge of all my emotions

Everyone is guilty, now it seems

Even though she's far from sainthood herself

Even she has the same old forbidden dreams

And now she sees fit to destroy me completely

To raise up her now-flagging self-esteem

And she'll let everybody burn

Till all their lessons have been learned

Put an end to all forbidden dreams

Who's to say who's wrong or right?

The artist knows nothing but shades

The colour grey spilling over the black and white

And we're all sharing the blame

Everybody's secrets exposed to the world

Are you really so angelic now, girl?

Holier-than-thou and standing tall

She threw her heart away with the keys

As she intervenes for the umpteenth time

Only she can as she'll please

Are we all as damaged as each other

Or is she the exception to the rule

Should I stay quiet or begin to unfurl 

All her secrets to the world

At least I'm honest when I hurt you

At least I'm honest when I'm cruel

Who's to say who's wrong or right?

The artist knows nothing but shades

The colour grey spilling over the black and white

And we're all sharing the blame

Everybody's secrets exposed to the world

Are you really so angelic now, girl?