Beggars Opera Lyrics
"Angelus Thread"

Hiding in the small inventions treating life as empty rush upon rush of you.
You must have loved me you never offered you needed nothing but your
play space open. A ruder regret was just to attack you when senselessness
gazed at the atrophied hulk of you lost in your dreaming. Matter to me that
you didn't see it 17 years I didn't want to loose it. Scared to expose your
needs to the great running river. Uninteresting shades glow for the moment
ambitions so towering can't tell you how I might have screwed it up in the
fact that you needed me. Used to the limits of openness tiring all of me the
gate could not hold open. To prepare even more seclusion is you there's
always another layer in spaces even smaller and further inside in the
angelus thread of shame and of surrealing. Biting at conscience it eats at
the nourishing substance creeping even further till fall you must fall and still
further till over you go into deep crenillations and wonder how the hell you
got there