Angels With Horns
Cannons going off on one side gun shots popping off on the other side My thoughts are like the devil and angel standing on my shoulders The angel's always yelling at me Calling me stupid and making me regret everything that I do That's why I love the devil so How can something resembling peace and love Possibly be what's causing fear, regret, and shame? I want to be good but yet Even though the horns on my head have a halo hovering them I wish I was just wearing horns