Be honest with your pain,
Be honest with your anger
Do not pretend to be an angel-
your wings are clipped, remember?
You aren't here to appease
the crowd who's displeased
Face the mirror and look
At the multiple selves you've built
Aren't you one fantastic *****
I know, isn't it great?
You're the harbinger of pain-
you can no longer be slain
When the exit wounds bleed endlessly
You pick up the jagged and sharp edges
Even sliced up fingers empower your recesses
You die
And die
And die
There's no limit to your life
It's scary
The respawn time don't matter
When you come back
You come back stronger
The demons under your bed stop playing
"Aren't you coming?"
Hell nah
You don't know it yet
but I'm gonna replace the devil
You tell them now
Oh she is...
She is coming.
Better ring the bells-
get the sinners
to start running
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 3:33 PM UTC
Be honest with your pain,
Be honest with your anger
Do not pretend to be an angel-
your wings are clipped, remember?
You aren't here to appease
the crowd who's displeased
Face the mirror and look
At the multiple selves you've built
Aren't you one fantastic *****
I know, isn't it great?
You're the harbinger of pain-
you can no longer be slain
When the exit wounds bleed endlessly
You pick up the jagged and sharp edges
Even sliced up fingers empower your recesses
You die
And die
And die
There's no limit to your life
It's scary
The respawn time don't matter
When you come back
You come back stronger
The demons under your bed stop playing
"Aren't you coming?"
Hell nah
You don't know it yet
but I'm gonna replace the devil
You tell them now
Oh she is...
She is coming.
Better ring the bells-
get the sinners
to start running
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