Angels And Spies — Thirteen Senses

Here in a circle, more than awake They watch from a distance, I try to escape The sun comes up slowly, it brings up the day So where's the confusion, that makes muscle out of place

I'm getting loaded with angels and spies You try not to hear them, and try not to hide You turn every shadow to a new paradise And where's the confusion, that turns muscle into ice

Do you see angels and spies? Can you see angels and spies? Well I'm seeing angels and spies Can you see angels and spies?