People tell me that I think to much.
I think they don't think enough.

My anger overflows.
Burning everything it touches.
Including myself.

My lips melt together.
While the pen melts with my hand.

Will one day be my death.

Keep breaking my own heart.

I'm the lord of sorcery
So bow down and

WORSHIP ME

I don't care if you're willing

OR NOT

If you refuse be sure you're gonna

GET CUT

I'll rip you apart and I'll be using

YOUR BLOOD

To paint my walls and I aint missing

A SPOT

!!!