I hear many voices
They tell me what to do...

My Daddy is a cop
He hides his gun under the bed...

Hell is a place
Where demons linger...

Your kiss makes me tremor
lips of crimson red...

Many don't understand me
And my religion...

The angel of death
Is simply morbid...

How do we know the things we know?
Can one discovery change the way we think...

Have you ever noticed everything is low carbs?
It's just crazy...

Our love is passion
An undying flame...

She looks into the mirror
and despises herself...

A dark figure stood at my bed post
In an instant I felt a shot of pain...

My conscience is full of guilt
My soul will soon be no more...