DEMON LORD
Why do I feel ashamed? When I look into my face, Demons are callíng my name, They say that I've gotta go to the grave, I suspect that I'm the one to blame, And that I made myself this way, I can never catch a break, I'm under water every day The first bullet pierces the heart, The second one prescribes a headshot, Your soul will be sent to hell, my demons are gon' do this part, BUT I'LL FILL THE FLOOR WITH YOUR RED BLOOD, I decided to wear masks, Thanks to nature, I'm an outcast, Since my birth I used tó pretend, Addiction for violence I had to imprison it in a cage in my head, When I said that I wan' kill that is what I meant, BUT YOU DIDN'T TAKE THESE WORDS A SERIOUS, Now all my demons aren't my enemies, I got the strength instead of nemesis, I'm a crusader of demons I AM THEIR LORD, And together with 'em all WE'LL TAKE OVER THE EARTH YEEEEAHH... My legion of demons will enslave your soul, Then your corpse will be thrown into a coffin and I'll be the bolt, I just bide my time and then blind, You get in my eyes therefore I cant leave you alive, Think twice, think twice, 'Fore saying somethin' to my eyes Gray mice, gray mice, Are often actually rats, I can't stand lies, Feeling like I'm just an ashtray, It would be wise for you to be careful, Do you hear it? MAYDAY, MAYDAY, You aren't a psychopath, DON'T PRETEND YOU ARE NOT FEARFUL Uhhh... JUST TAKE OFF YOUR MASK, YOU'RE A TERRIFIED MOSQUITO...
2021-07-05 08:32:15
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