He made me realize that I was living in a house filled with demons
Their bad habits are quite common
If you could compare it with anything else
I only want nothing more, nothing less
They are quite cruel
They only wanted to conquer and rule
Conquer and rule the world and own it like it's theirs
But they aren't the heirs.

I have a mother whose like Beelzebub
I have a father whose like Beelzebul
I have a sister-in-law whose like Lucifer
While my siblings were the accuser.

Unfortunately, my cousin, his girlfriend and my aunt were like Leviathan,
Craving for drama and twisted lies, slander and everything they want to put into.
While, their house is the demon's den
As well as, that ***** was soon the devil's snack
My grandmother is ill, but not dying, but feeling righteous and pure.

She forgot who saved her from her latin prayers,
Not us. But the devil, who tricked her.

How I wonder, my home no longer has love in it
How can I feel it?
My heart is already numb
And my mind is super dumb.
How can I call it my home
If I feel hopeless and alone,
Where shall I locate my house?
Well, Hell is already my house.
No wonder, I have been feeling like hell
Every time you try to wish me well.