shed so many tears for many many years what can a man do when there is nothing he holds dear toil leads to fear spoiled demons cheer he tries to keep his head up but his demon side appears foiled with our gears the void now appears hes coming for us now but all his angels disappear its demons their here no reasons not clear tis the season to share your deletion be aware in your weakened state they love it not just seasonal hate cant hush it they run their little mouths control it gotta take em out and parole em