I have trouble understanding
How a man can adore himself so much
Walking in with his head held high
And his outward perceptions turned inferior
Forming questions with
A condescending tone
Only speaking his words
So he may talk about himself
His success
His happiness
His 'importance'
Daring to show off
The love he receives
But he does not understand,
That all the love comes from within,
As the man adores himself
And nobody adores him
But he does not understand,
As he finds himself perfect
And superior
But he does not know
That when he stops looking at the mirror
And looks around
That nobody will be there
To clean his worthless tears
And hold him through hell
Other than the mirror itself
That will one day fall off the wall
Shatter the glass all over the floor
So blood is drawn next time he walks
With his head held so high

Cut to black
Muscles relax
You're walking down a road
She is next to you
You don't know where that road goes
But it doesn't matter
All that matters is her next to you
And you next to her
You are happy
And so is she
Cut to black
Muscles relax
Time is up
You lay in the night
Happiness fades
It was a lie all along
You lied to yourself
You lie to yourself every night
What makes you think you wont lie to others?
Wake Up.
The Devil is calling
And this time
He calls from heaven.

I am not like you
Not the same race
Nor the same nationality
Nor the same religion
I am not like you
Not as forgiving
Nor as graceful
Nor as compassionate
But I feel a part on you inside me
Because we are both people
And I realize that now
For it is too late as you look down upon
But you realized that before
And that is what made you different
You knocked down the barriers of race
You knocked down the barriers of hate
You loved even though you were a different race
You loved even though you were supposed to hate
To you love came naturally
And naturally you walked out of hell
Took on a new world
And loved in a world
Full of hate
And never looked back
God bless the man who loved when supposed to hate
God bless the man who forgave when supposed to grudge
God bless the man who smiled when supposed to spite
God bless the man I can call my hero
Even though I am not like you
I aspire to open my heart like you did
And fill it with beautiful, singing angels.

There once was a place
There once was a boy
There once was a soul
Altogether creating heavenly evil
The soul was cursed from the start
The intelligent thoughts
The mental superiority
The guilty conscience
All cursed to perfection
The boy was cursed from the womb
The tall stature
The blessed looks
The forgiving health
All cursed to perfection
The place was cursed from the stone
The malicious sins
The deceiving repents
The false forgiveness
All cursed to perfection
The soul attaches to the boy
The boy attaches to the place
The heavenly evil called Purgatory
Where the superior but guilty visit
Where the strong but heartless visit
Where the regretful but lying visit
And clean their slate
To nothing more
And ascend upwards
As Purgatory is not the halfway point
But more the pre-cursor to evil paradise
That will one day be lost
A repent doesn't take you most of the way
A sins doesn't disappear after repent
The soul doesn't change if it sees reward
Purgatory is a lie
From a wicked boy with a wicked soul
A heavenly evil
All blessed to damnation
Up or down is the way
But not in the sky
But in the boy himself
As I am dust
And to dust I shall never return

In the light of the new morning,
He opens his eyes,
The Devil gets his warning,
And the heavens start to cry.
She utters a quick prayer                
To always keep him safe
The Devil weeps in despair,
And a smile warps his face.

He was always quiet,
He was always kind,
At a young age the Devil tried to find,
But his mother’s prayer always declined.
One day she began to cough red,
The same day she breathed,
And the same breath she bled.
He clenched her on the bed,
She said her finals words and fled
The heavens began to dread,
The day the Devil would enter his head.

She looks beautiful walking down the aisle,
He greets her on the stand with a smile,
The priest begins the trial,
On Sunday the heavens sleep a while,
The Devil creeps out of denial.
She watches her son from above,
A tear rolls down her cheek,
She hears the Devil speak,
She tries to warn him,
But the heavens silence her screech.

The clock ticks,
He looks into its eyes,
His heart stops,
And the heavens start to cry.
He kisses her on the lips,        
He cries his tears of wine,  
The Devil feels fine,
Such an act must be sign.

He runs his fingers across the blade,
He looks into its eyes
He remembers his mother’s prayer
And his conscience begins to cry,
The tears of heaven begin to dry,
Like cancer it spreads across his mind,
While he begs the Devil to make him blind.


He looks all around,
His mind is deranged,
The Devil knew this was bound,
The heavens start to change.
He looks down at what could have been
He looks down at his biggest sin
The Devil only laughs,
While his world no longer spins

She comes home and it feels colder inside,
The man she loved has died,
And the Devil has taken his side.
She sees herself in the pool of red,
She sees it motionless on the bed,
She screams her scream of silent pain,
As the Devil slowly opens her vein

The wind is swooshing outside,  
His heart is the Devil and his conscience is the Eye,
He gets up, weak with age,
The Devil cries his tears of sage.
His life is slipping away,
He goes and lies down in his grave,
He covers himself in his own pain,
The heavens begin to obey,
All in all, in the Devil’s cave.