Badge Grace Under Pressure
And no angels visit me in my room. There's a blue light above me in my room. And I lie motionlessly with my plastic rosary. And no angels visit me in my room. I wear her dreams like a badge, I flash before the criminal world. I wear her dreams like a badge, pinned upon the wrong uniform. And no angels visit me in my room. There's a blue light above me in my room. And I lie motionlessly in immaculate obscurity, and no angels visit me in my room. I wear her dreams like a badge I flash before the criminal world. I wear her dreams like a badge pinned upon the wrong uniform. Like a lost detective so bright and brave, with the mysteries I want to solve and the mysteries I want to save. (I examine the pictures on my wall. I am in the pictures on my wall. I am the pictures on my wall, then nothing.)