Strange things seem to occur somewhere behind the nursery door. Though I was just a bit of a kid it was the bit that she was looking for. Now I don't know where to begin confessing. The way she's making me feel it can't be a sin. I was taught to believe you were looking down on everyone. And your benevolent face is beautiful to gaze upon. Now I just don't know who to tell to go to hell. Who put the old devil in the distorted angel?. Distorted Angel. Pure illuminated sweetness. Frightening small children is just about your only weakness. I thought that you would tell me what I'm living for. But I can't see you anymore. I don't know what we did but I'm sorry if it made you cry. And if there's any justice at all I'd be punished for it I'd surmise. It will mark the spot very well where I fell. Under the shadow of the distorted angel. Beneath the shadow of the distorted angel. Below the shadow of the distorted angel. Angel. Beneath the shadow of the distorted angel. Below the shadow of the distorted angel. Angel.