don't you look at me like that,
with the devil in your eyes,
crawling within your skin,
but still you deny

that you think like a raven,
and feed like a vulture,
pick the rotting corpses,
as you destroy the culture

I was born an angel,
but I ripped off my own wings,
you insisted it was for the best,
and sewed them on again

my halo is a shackle,
because control is divine,
forced to be guilty,
when everything is fine

I've come to love my demons,
just so you know,
cause as long as they're around,
I'm never alone

It seems you're having problems,
with letting go,
but you wouldn't have to deal with it,
if you weren't such a nothing whore

now did the church help you,
with all your sins,
cause it sure as hell didn't stop you,
from f***ing all of them

I hate the hypocrisy,
when you condemn,
holier than thou,
who are you to judge them?