Plastic Halo

Plastic halo on a broken head

Saint in public, rotten in bed

Chewing guilt like it's bubblegum

Laughing loud when the damage is done

I taste like lies and cheap perfume

Empty prayers in a crowded room

Everybody wants to feel divine

No one wants to cross the line

I don't need your holy light

I burn better in the night

If I fall don't save my soul

Heaven's just a deeper hole

Mirror talks but I don't care

Cracks look better than repair

If I'm wrong then let me be

Perfect sin is honesty