Demonic thoughts swirl \'round my head
They think i\'m good but they\'re all wrong I lie, I\'m bad, I\'m filthy
If only they knew the dark side i had
No one would think i\'m good - i\'m bad!
Rotting flesh is ripped apart by my own hand by my own heart
How could i be good if i\'m so good at that?
But still they see; they praise they smile
But all the time i\'m holding one big lie
I\'m ugly, lazy, fat, bulemic yet still they think i\'m a perfect little angel
FOOLS!
