Cheap steps make for easy regrets but keep your words of contempt
You are no friend, my enemy, you tear me down, keep me weak
I wear no crown of weakness, His is no crown of weakness
I wear no crown of weakness, hide in your own contempt
Iron sharpen iron but your judgments dulling me
I answer to no man
You're no gods or masters of this world
Maybe I'm wrong
Maybe I'm damned
I pray I don't wake up in hell
If I were God we'd all be dead
The devil's hands have been busy
Grace sustains but I thirst for revenge
The world would be destroyed if I were God
Demons are fallen angels
Remember that when you think of a saint
Fallen angels I'm coming for your wings
Fallen angels I'll cut off your wings
Lord knows I'm a cynic but won't give up, won't give in
Lord knows I'm a cynic but I won't give up without a fight
The devil's hands have been busy
Turning liars to masters, demons to gods
But we're no gods, we're no masters
We're only fallen angels in this world
