Walking a fine line Faulted by design Between the black white and grey Suspicious motives Moving unnoticed Morality's masquerade
Can you confess your sins to your maker Grease the palms of your best undertaker And pray when the angels that come down to take ya That they might mistake your horns for a halo
Save yourself alone And cast the next stone I see through your shattered walls Do you hide from the mirror Will you have no fear When your last grain of sand falls
Can you confess your sins to your maker Grease the palms of your best undertaker And pray when the angels that come down to take ya That they might mistake your horns for a halo
Horns for a halo Horns for a halo Horns for a halo Horns for a halo
Can you confess your sins to your maker Grease the palms of your best undertaker And pray when the angels that come down to take ya That they might mistake your horns for a halo
Horns for a halo Horns for a halo Horns for a halo They've come to take ya You cannot fake your horns for a haloTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
