Carrying a heard the size of my head

Got an angel on my back

The leftovers of my face

Is a leaden mask of death

Drink my coffee black

I sing with a voice full of scorn

Behind my bony mask of face

They call me the one with horns

But at the end of the day, I'm just torn



I don't think about things too much

Sunken temples, sleeky smile

I've been in the scene for much to long

To not be vile

I'm scared stiff about the fact

That someday I'll slack

Led astray in a world I once knew

Used to be king now considered a fool



I admire your burnt skin

But is your flesh rotten right through?

Alive among the lifeless

In a close-minded world

Where no-one is true