Black Horns - Endwell

A bitter man’s agenda

A nihilistic view

So afraid to feel inferior

Just keep obscuring the truth

Crowned king in your wasteland

No right to sing the blues

So dreadful and oppressive

Yet still a slave to gloom

No halos, your life condemned

And you know that

The past will come back to haunt you again

Your path is damned, your path is damned, your path is

I hear you’ve been repenting

And the grief was too severe

That the stress is never ending

And the act was never quite sincere

Now your eyes have been pried wide open

And you can’t quell those fears

So you suffer, you suffer, you suffer, you suffer

You suffer, you suffer, you suffer like all the rest

The path you tread has never been more direct

Has left you with no respect

Has never taken you home

But now it’s taking you down below

Down below, down below

And you know that

The past will come back to haunt you again

No angels here, no angels here

No signs of the divine, no signs of the divine

No signs of the divine, no signs of the change

You swore that you would make

No more blind hostility

No more nights of losing sleep

No more scorn or spite or hate

No more ruthless, jealous rage

No more harboring disdain

No more bitterness or enmity

No more gods, no more pleading

There are no angels here

There are no angels here

There are no angels here

No angels are here