Angels (feat. Wax Poetic)

If I know my angels, I know what theyd say.
Be still my little butcher boy, youll give us all away.
Be still you wretched little freak, give us room to move.
Give us milk , you little pig, well tell you when were through.
My love is like a mountain, her mouth is like a mine.
Incubating diamonds, as we rise and shine, shine.
Rolling over granite, theres a smell like cloves and clay.
And if I know my angels, theyll take it all away.
Can you get it?
Now Ive sold my bread, to keep my spirits high.
To keep some taste on my tongue, and my feelings dry.
Theyll have their fun and leave me, Im like a stone without a weight.
But if I know my angels, Ill fall just like a cane.
I cant get it.