It was a gloomy Saturday night
As I walked the staircase to hell
All rage and ready to fight
Too bad this angel fell
A book in the corner full of sins
A trail of people left drained
A closet full of different skins
So I could switch mine if it got stained
A path surronded by flames
A throne fit for a queen
Curtains woven by shame
I was in a mood to be mean
A smirk firmly in place
No regret left inside
Not a tear on my face
I didn't want to hide
I stood before hells jury
Fairness was not insight
No one could stand before his fury
But I was a bomb strapped by might
The gavel slams, Im guilty
Of course it's true
I was on the brink of insanity,
where I want to be
But no chains
No bars
No cage
Would hold me
This was my throne
I would make this my home
So with a grin on my face
I took my place
And I started a riot in hell
Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
It was a gloomy Saturday night
As I walked the staircase to hell
All rage and ready to fight
Too bad this angel fell
A book in the corner full of sins
A trail of people left drained
A closet full of different skins
So I could switch mine if it got stained
A path surronded by flames
A throne fit for a queen
Curtains woven by shame
I was in a mood to be mean
A smirk firmly in place
No regret left inside
Not a tear on my face
I didn't want to hide
I stood before hells jury
Fairness was not insight
No one could stand before his fury
But I was a bomb strapped by might
The gavel slams, Im guilty
Of course it's true
I was on the brink of insanity,
where I want to be
But no chains
No bars
No cage
Would hold me
This was my throne
I would make this my home
So with a grin on my face
I took my place
And I started a riot in hell
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