Entombed

Carrying a heard the size of my head
Got an angel on my back
The leftovers of my face
Is a leaden mask of death
Drink my coffee black
I sing with a voice full of scorn
Behind my bony mask of face
They call me the one with horns
But at the end of the day, I'm just torn
I don't think about things too much
Sunken temples, sleeky smile
I've been in the scene for much to long