She has the spirit of a wolf that belongs to every man Built a pack and conquered all crowns Hides silently in every closet, worn as dress exquisitely covered with thorns She gathers all with just a whisper, and rules over with a simple tug of the string
The streets have begun to settle, the lights are getting dim. The clouds roll in like shadows, the songs have turned to sin. Where were the heroes on high? Where were the stories they told? The sun has sank into the graves with the heroes of old.
Beautiful Soul tunes booming A dance with the devil looming ****** tendencies, stop assuming Only one way to bring me down Is with hex bags, have them drag me around Hell on Earth by my 22 piece bringing peace A paradox, a pair of docs couldn’t pick up on Point blank piercing ears, hiding wounds tear I point blanks just to introduce fear I shoot rounds just to step with the devil’s snare Conjure up the hellhounds for this is their heaven here The good Lord and his reverend An a irrelevant justice for revenge ends I’m hell bound, show me the hellhounds I can’t let these last few rounds go to waste now