words came up from Satan's home
slithering fires, hissing in my ears
pulling on my thoughts
as if she found the instrument in me
the strings, of a baritone cello
played in a deep and dark room
six, six, six
we worshiped one another
like demons playing with fire
her thoughts
extended out
from all dimensions
my claws extended out
my sharp teeth exposed behind my loose lip
as she spoke
of skinwalkers
and we laughed
about anyone ever caring too much
we can change
oh, we can change
oh, we can howl
and they run when we growl
we can change
oh, we can change
and they shudder
as if they could shake
themselves loose
from existence
and we laugh
dripping lava from our mouths
my apologies
alcohol spirits
they make me
want to dance
they make me
feel free
so,
don't you know
I let the spirits
of Chaos flow
it was my way
of saying, Hello
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC
words came up from Satan's home
slithering fires, hissing in my ears
pulling on my thoughts
as if she found the instrument in me
the strings, of a baritone cello
played in a deep and dark room
six, six, six
we worshiped one another
like demons playing with fire
her thoughts
extended out
from all dimensions
my claws extended out
my sharp teeth exposed behind my loose lip
as she spoke
of skinwalkers
and we laughed
about anyone ever caring too much
we can change
oh, we can change
oh, we can howl
and they run when we growl
we can change
oh, we can change
and they shudder
as if they could shake
themselves loose
from existence
and we laugh
dripping lava from our mouths
my apologies
alcohol spirits
they make me
want to dance
they make me
feel free
so,
don't you know
I let the spirits
of Chaos flow
it was my way
of saying, Hello
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