softlys

cut off your wings to fit into society
making faces to mask your atrocities
pulling against the devil's tethers
a sea of cherubs stripped of their feathers

it's time to go, the bail's been paid
demon says, his expression grim
you walk out with both heads held high
you know this freedom's just a lie

angels behind bars, they singin'
hallelujah, praise the lord
crying tears of liquid gold
hallelujah, praise the lord
gonna be free from lucifer's hold

the closest you'll get to your home
is a wooden box six feet beneath the ground
your wings tacked up in some devil's basement
angel destroyed, and heaven sent

angels behind bars, they singin'
hallelujah, praise the lord
crying tears of liquid gold
hallelujah, praise the lord
gonna be free from lucifer's hold