Caricamento in corso...

This is How the True Unholy King Breathes

It’s beyond all words and expressions
The pain I’m feeling right now
Cannot be contained or described
I’m surprised I haven’t completely caved yet
My mind is a torture chamber
It’s a wreck of havoc
It’s why people lock their doors
Why they wrap themselves in fabric
They wrap themselves up
They wrap their eyes
They lock themselves up
But I’m already inside
My mind is devious
My mind is the devil
I have no wings
I have no halo
I have my mind
I have my rage
I’m one of a kind
One of a kind pain
That would tear you apart
From the inside
Unwrap yourself
See the lies
This is me
In all my misery
I am no angel
I have no shivery
I have my fears
I have no heart
I hold no one close
Cause everyone that I once had
I tore apart
I wish to be free
I need to be cleansed
But I will not meet
Your holy demands
I am the devil
My mind is hell
I have no heart
I hold no self
Righteous in life
Hah, fuck that shit
Hatred in spite
Take a bite
Smile, swallow, spit
All is gone and all is forsaken
I’ve never known never loving something
Or someone
Would actually awaken
The true demon
The true unholy king
He lives inside me
In me
He breathes
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