life

Life is what we make it then why can't we make it in life
We have experienced unspeakable pain by the hands of others
thus life is not what we make it but what others make it
In conclusion peole will always govern the way we live our life

flowers rainbows blood hurdling tailbones
happy estatic slicing the skin
friendships and loved ones rip your heart to pieces
only i am the fiend within

The devil sits on my shoulder
he asks me to play
he wants me to be his advocate
in the world today
To take the life of an innocent
but it is all just a game
To rebirth his evil bare his spawn
hold his hands while my flesh is torn
Yes i will play in the depths of hell
where my people will toil in pain and dwell