Imogen Heap

This is an obsession, a kind of agression with himself
It's the way hell always be
He loves to rebel to go against his ten commandments
For him, thats just being free.
And he always will, get his thrills, the only way he knows how
Well it might make you frown
But he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to go
To a state of mind that no-one knows
Over there stands my angry angel
And shes shaking her head, in disgrace with me
Yeah over there stands my angry angel
And shes frowning like hell, but i'm not feeling guilty
Over and over again, more and more for the pain