I could be happier
It's probable but highly unlikely
Those painful thoughs fumbling
I always fear the worst

Started life as a toddler
But you won't live much longer
Who knows what comes next
Who should be the next sacrifice

Why choose
The rotten, the bad the corrupted soul
It's so much fun
It takes something pure away

Have you ever had
Second thoughts on your acts
That shouldn't be killed
Or be dismissed

Symbolic visions
Naked eyes
Only the covers
These still lives
Colors mixed up
Banners of blown up dust
Spherical feast
Won't feed the beast

This patch on your wicked soul
Bright red just as you feel
It kept you alive but barely made it
On the edge of death with broken heel