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 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 halo