Mark The Beast

I see the mark of the beast in the charts.

Like the music was crafted to be a feast for the hearts of the demons.

Even though I see this, I laugh like it doesn't mean much to charge a fee for the past.

I'm free like the grass or leaf on the street going pass.

Blast through the deep of the vast.

Like I asked to be in the seat of a craft going the speed of a flash to the seed of the bash.

Hoping that I don't hit a demon and crash.