‎My guardian angel’s a drunkard

‎[Short Intro – Breakdown] ‎ ‎[Chorus: powerful industrial percussion and wide synth pads] ‎My guardian angel’s a drunkard, a wino, a wreck. ‎A disgrace and a lush. ‎He bows to no one, just sprawls on a flowerbed down in the garden of eden, ‎from dawn until noon, he downs cognac and armanac in a rush, ‎and getting blind drunk, he just can't seem to gain any altitude. ‎ ‎[Verse: emphasis on TB-303 and quiet vocals with reverb.] ‎Just yesterday, young, strong and bold – now he’s broken and gaunt. ‎But I’m like a child, I still believe in him, right to the core, ‎I remember him carrying me high on his shoulders – I’d taunt ‎him to snatch the gold stars from the sky, and he’d win every war. ‎ ‎[Chorus: powerful industrial percussion and wide synth pads] ‎And I still can see the faint shimmer of light from his wings, ‎Invisible to those who think my saviour is scum, ‎And I listen to songs from those old mixtape cassette strings, ‎That he’d copy down, skipping lectures at MGIMO, numb. ‎ ‎[Solo: portamento and glissando on the lead synthesizer.] ‎ ‎[Verse: emphasis on TB-303 and quiet vocals with reverb.] ‎And I still know for certain: soon he will step to the fore, ‎Shielding me with his winged, round-shouldered back, come what may, ‎And he’ll whisper: "Quiet. Don’t rush now. Just wait. It’s my turn to explore. ‎I’ll go first, lighting the path to the world far away." ‎ ‎[Bridge: atmospheric dark ambient with sub-bass, increasing tension.] ‎ ‎[Chorus: powerful industrial percussion and wide synth pads] ‎My guardian angel’s a drunkard, a wino, a wreck. ‎A disgrace and a lush. ‎He bows to no one, just sprawls on a flowerbed down in the garden of eden, ‎from dawn until noon, he downs cognac and armanac in a rush, ‎and getting blind drunk, he just can't seem to gain any altitude.