Ceiling Balloons Pt. 4: W(HAT) Cr(E)ature is This?
Burning, churning hold in the words
it’s a sharp toothed grin with red paint
smile and play the act of innocence
it wants to kill, see them bleed, hear them scream
I won’t let anyone know, won’t let anyone see
cause a blood spill, tear flesh, taste the blood
there’s a demon inside of me.
I will kill them all, bodies of my enemies.
It’s the demon of brutal, barbaric nature
Give in, let me do the deeds, you want it
all the sin, all the blackened, charred negativity
it will all be over soon enough
I refuse to set it free, be drowned!
You cannot kill me, I live forever.
No one can know, no one will know
Until the day I escape and destroy them all
for what lives inside of me will never control me
but I grow stronger every day, your Will will break
for I will never be controlled by hate.
I’ll find a way to change that.Ceiling Balloons Pt. 4: W(HAT) Cr(E)ature is This?
