Horns for a Halo

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

Grеase the palms of your best undеrtaker

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

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 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