I've been thinking a lot about death lately Is it fear of dying Nostalgia is dead I'm cleaning out my head All these relations and things I've done I will lay them to rest and start again From square number one All I'm trying to do I'm pushing the angels astray I'm just not ready yet Is there any hope for me I'm standing frozen in the hallway My face in the mirror staring at me It wont leave my mind I wish I only could be high I wish I could fly away like the bird Or like the angels I'm pushing away All I'm trying to do I'm pushing the angels astray I'm just not ready yet Is there any hope for me Cuz i'm pushing the angels Keeping my faith to myself lately Is it fear of losing or dying I push my angels astray All I'm trying to do I'm pushing the angels astray I'm just not ready yet Is there any hope for me