Pick Axe Preacher - Angels in the Ground Lyrics

This pile of shit you can have it all take it back to where it belongs
I washed my hands in blood stained with my fathers mistakes
You think you know me but I am dead inside cold hearted rotten soul
I blame myself for letting you get to close to see the blackness of my life
My addicted thoughts only carry a gun two in the head to make em pay
Angeles in the Ground
I try to break and it brings me down for the loss of my heart
Unrepairable with the thought still in my head
Dancing twirling with that grin on your face Angeles are not in heaven their in the ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles are not in heaven
I would resurrect love we had if you would play
My games but u didnt see it my way so here you lay
Dead cold decay rotting love only breaks the soul on men
Strong as an ox big as a bull
Crush my heart and I will bring you down
Crush my heart and I will bring you down
Crush my heart and I will bring you down
Crush my heart and I will bring you down
Angeles in the ground
Angeles are not in heaven
I held you up so high like a goddess in the heavens now I walk above
Tombstone at my feet snuffing your memory
Killing my apathy of your precious haloed corpse
My addicted thoughts only carry a gun two in the head to make em pay
Angeles in the Ground
I have to free my life I need to let my soul fly from the grips of your retched claws
Punch fight kick scream cutting out what it used to mean
Ripping out the heart I had Filling in with concrete never to be seen again
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles in the Ground
Angeles are not in heaven