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.
Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 8:39 PM UTC
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.