Angel by Silent Session Lyrics
[Verse 1: B.g. Bene]
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I always thought that angels had no disguise
But a true identity - their disguise
I don’t know why I just keep falling for it?
Like the forbidden fruit from the tree
Get my hands off of that
You see, you see
I thought about this dedication
Yeah they call this procreation
All this fucking fancy dating
Paying bills without hesitation
Product of this recreation
And of all this fucking prowess
Picture so sweet of innocence
Yeah I might just condescend
Yeah, I’m going to the tin
See I left behind my shame
Cause there ain’t no boundaries to name
See this thing right here is commonplace
Ain’t nobody here gon’ contemplate
Fuck around yeah no debate -
But how you gon’ procreate?
Tell me, is it satisfaction, just a misconception
I put first thoughts over second ones
The misperception?
Somehow I can’t get over this attraction
I’m lost deep in this affection
Deep in this affection…
[Hook 1: B.g. Bene]
All the mind games she playing
Keep feeding all my thoughts
Don’t be feeding all my thoughts
All the mind games she playing
Keep feeding all my thoughts
Don’t be feeding all my thoughts
I’m lost in this, lost in this, lost in this…
[Verse 2: Silas]
Now I don’t know what angels look like
But this world has put an image in my head just right
Spread they wings and fly away
Take my breath away
Denotation, connotation
I know that they might just shut up the entire congregation
Feel their presence entering, makes you want to just abstain
Makes you want to be a better person - just for them
Now that’s the storybook version
But we managed to turn it around into perversion
Then we get disappointed by our expectations
“This ain’t good enough for me so I’ll just be waiting”
False images in our head
False images in our bed
Yeah, you know what the beauty is?
Angels look different to everyone, that’s how it is
All the mind games they’re playing
Quit feeding on my thoughts, on my thoughts
Yeah, don’t be feeding on my thoughts
All the mind games they’re playing
Quit feeding on my thoughts, on my thoughts
Yeah, don’t be feeding
Cause I’m lost in this, lost in this, lost in this…
Listen
I always thought that angels had no disguise
But a true identity - their disguise
I don’t know why I just keep falling for it?
Like the forbidden fruit from the tree
Get my hands off of that
You see, you see
I thought about this dedication
Yeah they call this procreation
All this fucking fancy dating
Paying bills without hesitation
Product of this recreation
And of all this fucking prowess
Picture so sweet of innocence
Yeah I might just condescend
Yeah, I’m going to the tin
See I left behind my shame
Cause there ain’t no boundaries to name
See this thing right here is commonplace
Ain’t nobody here gon’ contemplate
Fuck around yeah no debate -
But how you gon’ procreate?
Tell me, is it satisfaction, just a misconception
I put first thoughts over second ones
The misperception?
Somehow I can’t get over this attraction
I’m lost deep in this affection
Deep in this affection…
[Hook 1: B.g. Bene]
All the mind games she playing
Keep feeding all my thoughts
Don’t be feeding all my thoughts
All the mind games she playing
Keep feeding all my thoughts
Don’t be feeding all my thoughts
I’m lost in this, lost in this, lost in this…
[Verse 2: Silas]
Now I don’t know what angels look like
But this world has put an image in my head just right
Spread they wings and fly away
Take my breath away
Denotation, connotation
I know that they might just shut up the entire congregation
Feel their presence entering, makes you want to just abstain
Makes you want to be a better person - just for them
Now that’s the storybook version
But we managed to turn it around into perversion
Then we get disappointed by our expectations
“This ain’t good enough for me so I’ll just be waiting”
False images in our head
False images in our bed
Yeah, you know what the beauty is?
Angels look different to everyone, that’s how it is
All the mind games they’re playing
Quit feeding on my thoughts, on my thoughts
Yeah, don’t be feeding on my thoughts
All the mind games they’re playing
Quit feeding on my thoughts, on my thoughts
Yeah, don’t be feeding
Cause I’m lost in this, lost in this, lost in this…