Black Horns Lyrics & Chords By 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