death halted animosities guilts of underground sarcasm haunting the soles I reap faced with hate all my life maybe I'm out for lunch maybe out for civil unrest I'm not God I'm not the devil I'm their mistaken angel of suffering madness oh the pain I adore the life I lead hear I announce I'm out there in the Shadow of a thought only contained in your thoughts just a figment of someone else's dreams fuck off this from Joe in the deen