Live life until you’re on your knees
Fallen angels broken and diseased
Do you burden yourself with the worth of your health
And your pride
Or do you burn while you’re bright, never phased by the fight
That is life

I sold my soul to buy back my heart from you
I’m not doing so good, how the hell are you
We drink to our good fortune from your poisoned cup
Spend your life waiting till your time is up

Unstable, headstrong and naïve
See you tomorrow, but there’s no guarantee
Do you picture your self perched upon heavens shelf with your sins
Or do you creep down low with your mock halo above your head..

I sold my soul to buy back my heart from you
I’m not doing so good, how the hell are you
We drink to our good fortune from your poisoned cup
Spend your life waiting till your time is up
Till your throat is cut

I sold my soul to buy back my heart from you
I’m not doing so good, how the hell are you
We drink to our good fortune from your poisoned cup
Spend your life waiting till your time is up
Till your throat is cut


Lyrics submitted by Milburn

Mock Halo song meanings
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