Shiver - A Plea for Purging

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 damned.

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.