I wear a halo that won't glow.
I have scars that don't show.

All the while the church is on fire.
I seek solace from the Devil's ire.

This body is cursed.
I seek light only to be reserved.

My halo doesn't shine, so lay rest to this soul of mine.

They told me the ocean wasn't deep, but I felt the floor yield under feet.

At the time I was grinning, all the while the sinning. Intoxicated my head was spinning.

This halo shines no rays, but it did in younger days.