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 sharpens iron, but your judgment's dulling me.
I answer to no man. You're no gods or masters of this world.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm d***ed. I pray I don't wake up in hell.
If I were God we'd all be dead. If I were God we'd all be dead... We're all dead.
The devil's hands have been busy. 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 you're a saint.
Demons are fallen angels. Remember that when you think you're a saint.
Fallen angels, I'm coming for your wings. Fallen angels, I'll cut off your wings.
If I were God we'd all be dead. If I were God we'd all be dead.
Lord knows I'm a cynic, but I 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.
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 sharpens iron, but your judgment's dulling me.
I answer to no man. You're no gods or masters of this world.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe I'm d***ed. I pray I don't wake up in hell.
If I were God we'd all be dead. If I were God we'd all be dead... We're all dead.
The devil's hands have been busy. 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 you're a saint.
Demons are fallen angels. Remember that when you think you're a saint.
Fallen angels, I'm coming for your wings. Fallen angels, I'll cut off your wings.
If I were God we'd all be dead. If I were God we'd all be dead.
Lord knows I'm a cynic, but I 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.