I know exactly how you feel
And I’d like to be the one
To help you in your grave ordeal
But the angel draws a gun
They know it’s easy to conceal
All the evils they have done
They use their halos as a shield
And they rape you with their swords
They like to spread their wings of zeal
Then they teach that to their sons
Then they can’t be who they want to be
So on and so forth
They just don’t realize your deal
When you’re made to take the brunt
Of a man’s hand that makes no yield
On the beauty of the shunned
They make you search for something real
But the angels you have sought
Are only shrouded in calamity
Catastrophe
They know it’s easy to conceal
All the evils they have done
But these choice words they use are blasphemy
So come on damnation
Prechorus
I know exactly how you’d like to be
Secure in yourself
I know exactly how you’re forced to be
Cooped up in this hell
Chorus
Marmalade, marmalade
An angel’s wrath gone wrong
Marmalade, marmalade
