— Well, how do I know you're an angel?
— What, aside from the fiery entrance and the expansive wingspan? You want more proof? Fine. How about tequila?
— Where the hell are we?
— Only place you can go for a good tequila. Dos tequilas, por favor, and an empty glass.
— We're in Mexico?
— Actually, we're in the franchised Mexican eatery down the street from your apartment but it's impressive nonetheless.
I'll be your cloud up in the sky,
I'll be your shoulder when you cry
I'll hear your voices when you call me -
I am your Angel.
And when all hope is gone, I'm near.
No matter how far you are, I'm near.
It makes no difference who you are
I am your Angel.
I am your Angel, oh yes.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
Even a filthy beggar like that has got a protecting angel. A golden-haired angel watches over him.
— I know about the Mark. I have your grace. I make the rules. Heh, it's called leverage, boys. Learn it, live it, love it.
*took away grace*
*shot in the leg*
— We have your grace, Metatron. You're mortal now. So you will answer our questions, or Sam will, um... What's the phrase?... blow your fricking brains out. It's called leverage, Metatron.
— Learn it, live it, love it.
J’attends vos doigts purs sur ma face,
Pareils à des anges de glace,
J’attends qu’ils mouillent mes regards,
L’herbe morte de mes regards,
Où tant d’agneaux las sont épars!
Oh, though the battles won
The war has just begun
No time for love
You gotta run, you gotta run
And there, there they go again
The voices in your head telling you
You don't belong here
You don't belong here
Oh, let go of the lie
Oh, leading to the fire
Went a long way when you fell
Like an angel in hell...
CAN'T YOU SEE?
I DECEIVED THEM.
SUCH WEAK MINDS.