When the devil creature comes, you will pay him respect

And it can only get worse from here...

with a punched out smile and a timeless world at your disposal. crooked eyes and a reason to decay. looking at all i see, a reason left to die. crashing down, the present has lost all that was worth something. an honest man dies. dies from a fork cut into his jaw and makes a pool of gut-wrenching blood... a crying sky, and a mask over my head.

patience, remittance. an apple falls from the tree. and all resistence to the dead will form a guilded roof to shield us from the rain. i pay you no respect, and that's the way you like it. screeching your name, we all cover our ears- and our eyes cannot see what you want us to:
the sight of hearts lying on the ground in your living room.

enjoy the comfort you will soon receive. this is forever not your home. and my skin now turns to gray, as do my eyes. a devil creature i have become. left here to rot and decay and forgive the sins against me. to die is to live my life and to discover is to go where you were never welcome.

all things die. everything will crumble. and passion is lost underneath the stones. pretenders must not pretend anymore...

i have arrived, a gray and ugly mass that is here to destroy you... and pieces of flesh will finally hit the fan.