Imogen Heap Follow

This is an obsession, a kind of aggression with himselfIt's the way hell always beHe loves to rebel, to go against his ten commandmentsFor him, that's just being freeAnd he always will, gets his thrills, the only way he knowshowWell it might make you frownBut he loves, being that dove, roaming where he cares to goto a state of mind that no one knowsOver there stands my angry angeland she's shaking her head, in disgrace withmeYeah over there stands my angry angeland she's frowning like hell, but I'm notfeeling guiltyOver and over again, more and more for the painTo release himself, from this shellTime after time, you may glare athim for the way he looksLike something drawn up fromHellBut that's just his cover,from what is under itAll his imagination, hispassion for creationwhich he has discovered,uncovering a world, ofamazing sensationsHis own little nationI don't care,I'm flying