Horns Lyrics - I Worship Chaos - Children Of Bodom

Bloodshot eyes and a dead beat stance 

Shit for brains I'm a game of change 

One cut, two cut counting scars 

Three cut horns up behind the bars 

I'm not your patron saint 

I'm not your patron saint 

Horns up or down and now horns up 

I am your warpaint 

You're not my angel dear 

You're not my angel dear 

Lets make this crystal clear 

Horns up I am your worst fear 

It's not the cough that carries me off 

It's the motherfucking coffin they carry me off in 

It's not the cough that carries you off 

oh, it's the coffin they carry you off in 

I'm not your patron saint 

I'm not your patron saint 

Horns up or down and now horns up 

I am your warpaint 

You're not my angel dear 

You're not my angel dear 

Lets make this crystal clear 

Horns up I am your worst fear 

One shot, ten shot just in case 

what it takes to get you out of my face 

If I wake up strapped up in my bed 

You can slit my wrists I'd rather be dead 

I'm not your patron saint 

I'm not your patron saint 

Horns up or down and now horns up 

I am your warpaint 

You're not my angel dear 

You're not my angel dear 

Lets make this crystal clear 

Horns up I am your worst fear