"Demons run when a good man goes to war
Night will fall and drown the sun
When a good man goes to war
Friendship dies and true love lies
Night will fall and dark will rise
When a good man goes to war
Demons run but count the cost
The battle is won but the child is lost
When a good man goes to war"

What is this?
What is amiss?
What is Hell, and what is bliss?
Is it the flame, burning my flesh until it sounds an angry hiss?
Or is it in each other's arms, sealed with a tender kiss?
What is wrong, what is right?
Sleeping peacefully with you this very night
Images in my mind of a great and terrible, beautiful and hideous sight
Darkness all around, snuffing out light
Still waging war on the side of the losing fight
What is sanctuary, what is seclusion?
Staying a good distance from everyone
Watching them all have fun
While I sit under a hood away from the sun
Inside my mind, the only one
Caged in my skull with nowhere to run
These are all just thoughts discarded
Of no importance or use to the shattered-hearted

I know exactly where I stand with the blade, sharply edged
I know where I'm going
But look at my heart, so dark and damaged
I am lost in a labyrinth of my own undoing
Trapped by hopelessness and voices screaming of my demise
They cry out that nothing will ever be okay
But I continue to search for the end of this maze to my own surprise
Searching for signs of joy such as laughter and children at play
But these dark voices scream louder, consuming my hope
And around my neck they try tying a rope
But I continue to run, not out of fear
But because I know there will always be a warm light at the end
And with all of my friends and family guiding me there
I run faster, and into the arms of all who are deemed family and friend

We have been betrayed by virtual brothers in arms
We have been dealt a great injustice
We have been turned against and they mean us harm
But I will not tolerate this
We will rise again, the soldiers of exile
We shall storm the field and make them kneel, beg, and grovel
We are the ones left behind
Beaten and battered by our own kind
So bring me your lone wolves, your unwanted, and your clan-less
For the Cult of Slaughter will show you kindness
Each one betrayed will become a demon
We are the nightmare, our cult of the forsaken
There will be war
There will be blood spilled
We will be their horror
We will rejoice in the bloodbath from the ones we've killed
Slaughter can't be spelled without laughter
And we shall laugh while we **** and die, now and forever
I was the Nuthouse Devil
And I am now the Demon of the Cult
I'll look upon my old friends and smile
As I lead our clan's uprising and revolt

Pain, deceit, misery, and lies
These are all I know and they're what I despise
But that also means I hate me
But the echoes of my past won't leave me be
My sins, my crimes, my evil misdeeds
I hate myself, yet I plant these seeds
Hit me, punish me for all I've done
I can't hide, I can't fight, I'm too frightened to run
But the echoes, OH GOD THESE TERRIBLE ECHOES!
I can not rid myself of them
Burn me and make me bleed
Either that or leave me be
I don't deserve kindness
Not for my cowardice
Not for the pain I've caused
Not for all of the lies
I've taken their bliss
I guided them until we were lost
And I am the false shepherd until the last lamb dies
I am a monster, hiding in a human's skin
I am nothing but evil within
I have good intentions and I want to do right
But I can't because all I can do is extinguish the light
Cut me down and punish me for what you have no knowledge of
For I deserve it all if I am ever again to be worthy of love
Worthy enough again for joy, laughter, happiness, and bliss
These are the emotions I long for, I miss
At the end of it all I ask for one tender kiss
For me, undeserving, a monster amiss