Honestly all I can truly say is Goddamn Why do I always feel stuck in the palm of the devils hand Straight surrounded by demons and feeling of the badland Really I'm not a badman just strikingly dark as Batman Torment in psyche I fight the cause in this ego Looney If I wasn't actually just trying to blame he flame be rainy Like a myth like Dragons my sane is not on same lane be You can draw a pic but like it really never will or can be It's made up and falsely formed from damaged earthly shit Never be of angeling stay stained as of develing no meddling Medding Rx no chance of helping or normality seem membering Plainly I've been twisted inside it still stays in place of hiding Dividing yet slighting my mind to point I keep no light ring Light beams are dream scenes being beasts bringing bands Bare no brain can cuz mines breaking pray God this he do Ban. Conflicted since young of why reflection be Leviathan Yup hear the devilish cries again Tattered my spirit Lord let life lift my wings Freedom of soul cringes to see heaven for none want tombings Or boohooings for a being of dark consumings