a velvet spell Of hell and her seductions The assassinated days as a Caesar gone by Barron spitting acid as his magical guide Lit demonic pyres where once dying
desires in mind Psychomaniacal attraction inside The "I" identity no longer alone The sense of time forgotten - forlorn As fate lay dying aghast A deadbolt to insanity - I
in total lies Judging others Believe that I say or burn in hell Bow down your head You won?t feel so bad Do as I say or burn in hell Close your eyes,
Oh, here I go, here I go, here I go Here I go, here I go, here I go Here I go, here I go, here I go Here I go, here I go, here I go
Sunday I am young and wild, Monday I go lame Tuesday I start twitching, Wednesday I'm insane Thursday I lay dying, Friday I'm quite dead Saturday I get
night I see a nalo in the rain round street light I stop and look and listen to the sound As the raindrops penetrates the silence all around Alone I
perfection as tears fall down my reflection i gave myself to make you love me i gave too much and now i'm dying alone in my arms as i lay here on the
human life that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill without scruple or silent regret in haunts of the sinister lunar aspect for I am the pleasure
"I have no free will", I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I
seem weird when I tell ya this here [Chorus x2] Last night I almost got shot on my block Not the block where I live at, the block where I chill at Where I
's protection it's awfully bright and drink it in I might restore me with the bite if I'm bitten then I'll fight my own reflection Light be bright Light
total lies Judging others Believe that I say or burn in hell Bow down your head You won't feel so bad Do as I say or burn in hell Close your eyes, look
and despair Shadows move where light should be Feel and see this dying world Through demon eyes I cry - cry! Through demon eyes I die - die! By life
? Habituation anchors your thoughts right to the ground. Old ways of thinking - they decay as I watch time progress, but you refuse to lay what? dead