The shadow of the devil
He creeps on the wall
In a split second shudder
He climbs into me
Shows me visions of his heinous crimes
Desecration
What am I to do?
He’s inside of me
He’s getting close to you
What am I to do?
He’s inside of me
He’s getting close to you
You know what to do…
This internal vermin
I can fight no more
Like the dirty driving rain
But hard to ignore
I feel pale, white and gothic
Misanthropic
I’m really nothing like myself
But I kinda like it
He’s really closing in on you
But you what to do
He’s really closing in on you
But you know what to do
He’s really closing in on you
But you know what to do
You know what to do…