Under My Horns

Red glow

Black throne

I’m home

(Yeah)

Wake up with the ash in my lungs

Pent-up rage in the back of my tongue

Carved sigils in the cracks of my desk

Whole past life in the blood on my crest

Cold eyes, see the rot in the gold

Old lies turn a heart into coal

Phone ring, but the voice too faint

I deal only with the ones that ain’t saints (yeah)

Under my horns, the sky stay burning

I don’t chase peace, I crave that turning

Of good to sick, of love to warning

Say my name once, feel teeth in the morning (uh)

Under my horns, you can’t die slowly

I make fear talk, make pride act holy

You want out? Then you owe what you owe me

Step in my circle, you never go home free (never)

Thick smoke in the backroom, hush

Black suit, black gloves, cold touch

Sign lines with a cut on your thumb

Bright flash, hear a choir go dumb

Silk sheets in a room with no doors

Rich feast but the meat still roars

I grin as the halo slips

Tongue sharp like a blade on your lips (shh)

Under my horns, the sky stay burning

I don’t chase peace, I crave that turning

Of good to sick, of love to warning

Say my name once, feel teeth in the morning

Under my horns, you can’t die slowly

I make fear talk, make pride act holy

You want out? Then you owe what you owe me

Step in my circle, you never go home free (never)

You pray, but your God on mute (on mute)

You pay, I collect my due (my due)

You stay, ‘cause the dark feel true

You say you were forced

But I see you

Under my horns, the sky stay burning

I don’t chase peace, I crave that turning

Of good to sick, of love to warning

Say my name once, feel teeth in the morning

Under my horns, you can’t die slowly

I make fear talk, make pride act holy

You want out? Then you owe what you owe me

Step in my circle, you never go home free