03-29-2015, 12:04 PM
Who slaughtered the lamb?
There's blood on his hands. The Angels done watched him.
They caught him red handed.
With horns on his head
and thorns for a crown
With Death in his bed
and glee on his frown
His conscience is yawning
Guilt by the gallows
The vultures are waiting
to feast on his morals.
He thirsts for more power.
The glass is half empty.
The moon's a fool.
He stole the stars.
He prays for a clean slate
But he gets ravens in reply
He's banned from the Heavens
If one door closes
Another one opens
Enter at Hell's gates.
My screaming is silent.
I hate this asylum.
There's blood on his hands. The Angels done watched him.
They caught him red handed.
With horns on his head
and thorns for a crown
With Death in his bed
and glee on his frown
His conscience is yawning
Guilt by the gallows
The vultures are waiting
to feast on his morals.
He thirsts for more power.
The glass is half empty.
The moon's a fool.
He stole the stars.
He prays for a clean slate
But he gets ravens in reply
He's banned from the Heavens
If one door closes
Another one opens
Enter at Hell's gates.
My screaming is silent.
I hate this asylum.