Yo, flip the halo, see the world from up high,
Wings spread wide, but the view makes me sigh,
Humans scramblin’ below like ants in the dirt,
Chasin’ illusions, hearts full of hurt,
I watch ‘em pray in the dead of night,
Beggin’ for mercy, but ignitin’ the fight,
Angels’ eyes pierce through the smoke and the lies,
See the pure souls drownin’ in compromise,
They think we’re saviors, floatin’ on clouds so serene,
But we see the chaos, the screams in between,
Wars ragin’ on, brothers turnin’ to foes,
Kids losin’ hope while the hatred just grows,
I’m the guardian shadow, whisperin’ light,
But they choose the darkness, vanish from sight,
Perception’s a veil, thin as a breath,
We offer redemption, they flirt with death.
(Chorus)
Angels’ perception, cut through the haze,
See the fallen rise, lost in the maze,
Golden visions twisted in the blaze,
Humanity’s mirror, who’s leadin’ the chase?
Fast as the thunder, sharp as the blade,
Perceive what you hide, in the choices you’ve made.
Yo, accelerate the flow, no time for the slow,
I hover over cities where the neon lights glow,
Moms shieldin’ babies from the storm’s cruel bite,
Dads grindin’ endless, losin’ the fight,
Love’s a battlefield, scarred and torn,
We extend our hands, but they’re already worn,
See potential spark like stars in the void,
But greed snuffs it out, leavin’ dreams destroyed,
Politicians preachin’ peace with fists clenched tight,
We know the truth, hidden out of sight,
From heavens above, the view’s crystal clear,
Angels weep silent, drownin’ in tears,
They paint us as perfect, robes white as snow,
But we carry the weight of the sins down below,
Fast rhymes like arrows, piercin’ the veil,
Perception’s the key, unlockin’ the jail.
(Chorus)
Angels’ perception, cut through the haze,
See the fallen rise, lost in the maze,
Golden visions twisted in the blaze,
Humanity’s mirror, who’s leadin’ the chase?
Fast as the thunder, sharp as the blade,
Perceive what you hide, in the choices you’ve made.
Final blast, no holdin’ back the tide,
I see heroes crumblin’, swallowed by pride,
Artists bleedin’ ink, frauds stealin’ the stage,
Revolutions fizzle in a digital cage,
They cry for miracles, ignore the divine,
Build empires of sand, cross every line,
I’m the echo of grace, the light in the storm,
But they turn away, chasin’ the norm,
Perception warps the holy to profane,
We fight unseen battles, feelin’ the pain,
From cradle to chaos, it’s a spiral of fate,
Angels observe, but it’s never too late,
So next time you glance up at the sky so vast,
Know we’re watchin’ close, judgin’ the past,
The real heaven’s in actions, not words you recite,
Angels’ perception? It’s your inner light.
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