This is an obsession, a kind of agression with herself It's the way she'll always be She loves to rebel to go against her ten commandments For her, thats just being free.
And she always will, get her thrills, the only way she knows how Well it might make you frown But she loves, being that dove, roaming where she cares to go To a state of mind that no-one knows
Over there stands my angry angel And she's shaking her head, in disgrace with me Yeah over there stands my angry angel And shes frowning like hell, but i'm not feeling guilty
Over and over again, more and more for the pain To release herself, from this shell Time after time, you may glare at Her for the way she looks like something drawn up from hell
But that's just her cover From what is under it All her imagination, her Passion for a creation Which she has discovered, Uncovered a world, of Amazing sensations Her own little nation
I dont care, I'm flying
Due to title constraints, the full title, "Save Those Rounds for a Revolution", could not be listed properly.
The ammo belt is not meant for the AK, and the AK is not referenced - I made it all up. The ammo belt is for the chain gun she has stepped over to get all up in your business. So don't get tech-y with my firearms. They are MY firearms.
An exercise. 9x12", ink on watercolor paper. A counterpoint to this piece: [link] Lyrics adapted from Imogen Heap's "Angry Angel".
Cheers; it always feels good to dispense with the reference files and computers and rulers and all that, and just get down to a gritty piece of pen & ink.
Look at that scowl...and those fingers. The bullet holes, wings & weapon are awesomeness too.
And thank you for the Favourite.
& thank you!
Vivid. And I won't give you any technical crap. I hate technical, and drawing mechs and stuff. Bleh.