Shadowville Productions - Devil's Design
Hell-oH shit no it's the devil, let me go, let me know the sacrificial lamb was a peasant pendin' noh body's ever endin' soul rottin' rendered by a skull, slaughtered, severed by his own father.
Lyrics
Five points on a palm of death
My lifeless joints cant be harmed through flesh
My sign on a coin can't be bought by a hex
My mind is mourned to suffer less
Dead head on a dread bein' severed since
Eightysix, Heaven sent the day he fell
Maybe then could you say he'd tell
The story of a sacred well
Cause it must be somethin' in the water
All you heads can't feel me slaughter
Only death can hear me holler
Holler if you wanna call for help..
But it's kinda hard when you're far from hell
It's too dark to tell, if anybody gonna see you
Gonna see you rottin' stale
Coughin' pale blood, on carvings
There was a marking, rare was this carcass
Thoughtless lost his conscience
To a marksmens tale, I mark men, ale
Evil easy does it but it's hard to kill
Cause I'm not evil, I'm just hungry,
And I'm starving still..
In the middle of a pentagram
I scribble, grippin' hell at hand
I'm livin' in a cell to stand up
And sit down is to sit still here
This mind will kill you till..
This life has lived you ill.
Lifeless is the price that even humans can't afford
To die best is to die restin' useless by a war
By the sword of an enemies hand, the warning of death can be rare
Yet somehow the mourning no sun rise is left can be fair
A tongue lies decrepid cause the truth would never dare
Ever care for the careless of a youth that doesn't bare
oF the stare from a parent whose noose will shroud their lair
There, there, there's your grave now sit in it
Stand, stand, while the living piss in it
Who cares, who cares, when won't no one be missin' you
You only exist in rumors of kids spittin' skinless tumors
The sick can humor the sickened of true worst
I'm due worse but I'll give in to truth hurts
As you search.. Down the path of unforgiven
You'll be trippin' in used dirt
You don't see what you see in these eyes
Wanna bleed, wanna scream, wanna leave demise
I've heard the horrors of a savior
But is the cure to meet the maker?
