Black Horns

A bitter man's agenda/a nihilistic view

so afraid to feel inferior/just keep obscuring the truth

crowned king in your wasteland/no right to sing the blues

so dreadful and oppressive/yet still a SLAVE TO GLOOM

NO HALOS/your life condemned

and you know that the past will come back to haunt you

again

your path is damned

I hear you've been repenting/and the grief was to severe

that the stress is never ending/and the act was never

quite sincere

now your eyes have been pried wide open

and you cant quell those fears

SO YOU SUFFER/you suffer like all the rest

the path you tread

has never been more direct

has left you with no respect

has never taken you home

but now its taking you down below

NO ANGELS HERE/No signs of the divine

no signs of the change you swore that you would make

no more blind hostility/no more nights of losing sleep

no more scorn or spite or hate/no more ruthless jealous

rage

no more harboring disdain/no more bitterness or emnity

no more gods/no more pleading

there are NO ANGELS HERE