The beast is in nearly all of us
how many people can we trust
friends that we think are all so close
are the ones to cause grief the most
little demons pick at the words we choose
i didn't mean to say it, game over you loose
some sad souls would kill there loved ones
just to make amends of there dwindling sums
the world we live is full or remorse
making plans only to run there own course
i try and be honest with all whom i meet
because I'm a good guy,unlike them on the street
to make a quick dollar or a fast buck
but in the end they will run out of luck
because the beast will want to be re payed
behind bars or death the soul will be slay ed.
