L.S.Devil

kicking it one afternoon in my private man cave

when all of a sudden the bro weasel pulls out his wallet

gives a nod holding out the bag asking "do you want it"

opening it is where i found the cardboard square

foolishly ate it of the consequences i was unaware

couple minutes later i think i start to lose my mind

freaking out my teeth back and forth they begin to grind

flashbacks of my whole life from ninety five to present

where have i gone wrong with my life, whys it so unpleasant

running to the bathroom crying that i've gone insane

that upsetting reflection my self i could not retain

straight into that mirror i swung my bazooka fist

picked up a piece of that glass as i put it to my wrist

lost control of my eyes, making figure eights

body filled with anger, hatred starts to elevate

lost as fuck clueless as to where i am

gravity

 

 

i quickly run into my room and jump upon my bed

i reach for my pillow, screaming as i try to rest my head

watching my last my rational thought, from my ear it fled

shrieking for my mom to help, but it was Satan who appeared

leaning over me in to my eyes is where he stared,

for this conversation i was genuinely unprepared

speaking in tongues, not a word that i could comprehend

unbreakable eye contact implying this was the end

psychotically staring the pressure starts to amplify

lost the feeling from my body now im hypnotized

words blaring from his mouth, suicidal lullabies

singing along when he advised to make the sacrifice

that was the day that to him i had sold my only heart

mum and dad i love you but this is what Lucifer wants

his sanctuary an offering to share his throne

that very moment i pull the trigger *BOOM*, welcome home