The angels left
But halos remain
As a twisted reminder
Of who to blame
�Cause we can never wear a halo
We never will be kings
If no one can hear us screaming
Why should they hear us sing?

Wasting all this time
Waiting to be saved
Digging the hole
That will be your grave
After all the failures
Bore a place in your soul
Did you think that Hell
Would be this cold?

Chorus:
So round up some nails and get my cross
All of this blessedness is lost
Now everything has gone to hell
And I can only save myself

Suffering is living
And dying is peace
Pray to your redeemer
Keep fucking your beast
�Cause we can never walk on water
We never will be saved
Now go back to your home
And pretend it�s not your grave

(chorus)

All of this pain won�t leave me alone
I can see that I�m reaping what I�d sown

And I remember
What it was the good book said
That if we�re lucky
Someday soon we�ll all be dead
There�s just one way
To stop the voice that�s in your head
And if we�re lucky
Someday soon we�ll all be dead

If we�re lucky,
Someday soon we�ll all be dead

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