The angels don't sing for me
They don't help me stand
They only mock me
As they fly above me
High and mighty
The angels don't cry for me
They don't help me smile
They only laugh at me
As they look down upon me
High and mighty
A demon offered me a hand
In Hell, I stand
Damn the angels for all they think they are
Bless the demons
For not pretending
The demons sing for me
They help me stand
They don't mock me
They can't fly above me
Low and filthy
The demons cry for me
They help me smile
They don't laugh at me
As they look up at me
Low and filthy
An angel offered me forgiveness
I won't be in heaven
A demon offered me a hand
In Hell, I stand
Damn the angels
For all they think they are
Bless the demons
For not pretending
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