So you have come to trade your soul

For sex and drugs and rock ‘n roll?

Sorry, but you are no use –

Well behaving, no short fuse!

In your eyes there is no fire –

How come you got that weird desire?

Hell, you don’t even have a soul!

Yeah, all you are is just a role…

So if you want to sign this pact:

You’d rather stop that cheesy act!

Move your corpse up to the limit,

You see, you still are way too timid!

It’s time for you to fucking snap…

Go vomit on god’s filthy crap!

And once you’ve earned your devil’s horns,

Come back to me for your crown of thorns.

Just remember: life’s swell,
when you’re headin’ for hell!

Veröffentlicht von Agimar N. Edelgranberget

I am insane.

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