Falling Angels

I'm doing things I don't want to do
 I have a job I don't want to do
 Live in a place I don't want to be yeah
 The more I put in the less I get out
 I drive a car but I want to walk
 I start to scream when I want to talk
 There's beauty around me but I cannot see man
 The more I put in the less I get out
 I would be one of those falling angels
 If I could say what's good for you
 I'm not one of those fallin' angels
 I don't even know what's right for me
 Feel like wasting time when I'm with my friends
 Sometimes I have wet nervous hands
 And then I feel like I'm in a wrong place man
 I want to speed up - I know time's running out
 If I had money I would be free
 Can do my job like it's a hobby
 And in the mirror I'd see a happy face man
 I need to speed up - I know time's running out
 I would be one of those falling angels...
 I'm not one of those ... angels