Demon kid
Lives and breathes quid
Keeps squid in back pocket
For when bicycle skids
Demon kid
Little *****
Why so much malice
On one little finger
You're rough and tumble
But you're no Alice
Is that you in there?
The one born in six months
The one born of great heights
Gorgeous and hollow
Nothin' but leg
Disease is born in flesh
Begins in your mind
Your repulsion
Quite indulgent
Stems from lack of blood-lust for us
Makes our behavior reckless
How's that power feel?
Is that you in there?
Love is losing cause it never was
Thinks the dying man who still has heart
As they all turn their heads like cobras
Hell-bent on ****** by stares and shoulders
Weaponless **** tastes sweeter
Than physical blood ever did
Thinks the demon kid