She stares into a mirror of the dead
Hair the color of black, fingernails she paints them red
Digging deep into her face upon her skin
Slice it with pleasure she smiles as it seeps onto her hand
The deceit blocks who she use to be like as if it was a dam
Lose her soul to the devil
Living in his game of lies and betrayal
Within every untruthful word spoken
One by one he takes thy heart that is broken
Mending it in the blood
Like the devils child another becomes numb
Lose the will to breathe
Although theirs no need for air
When you feed upon the blood the innocent bleed
Devils child living to bury thee
Overwhelm them with sin of pain
Wrap them with the devils deceit
Like the flesh that wraps around their bones
Feed them the demons blood
Like a needle threw their skin
Until it becomes their drug addiction
Another lies to help them mend
While another makes one cry
Hypnotize their sacred ground
Devil's child brainwashes one to make another die
Like spiders looking for pray to make another lie
Don't close your eyes
Let them gasp you like fire upon your soon to be hell
Watch the devils child
Take over thee
Once their belief in their god has fell
In their sacred deceit

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