RMC

The Devil deeps down
as the chemicals spill
out I pout so very ill
so I down a little pill.

One hand in her pocket
a song would play.
I turn this channel rock it
and my words would slay.

Like your little halo
look see if you like mine
broken spoken hell no,
I trace my skin my eye.

That sees you sees you
in some kind past suicide
a demon has found me
like some little samurai.

Compel to compel me
I’ve had better off deads
during the day I see
and up with it I’m fed.

I fall and bones brittle
play a my skeleton play
a beautiful and little
fiddle the same way.

Touch touch me halo
of yours my arms around
your sweet words say hello
when hands are abound.

Roughshot is a riddle me
a sea has over and my fight
will be as it will be
in my endless fight.

To rock this night is lit
by some icky sticky shit,
so ablaze I’ll phase sit
assume shit is fit.

To send me up up away
to the red blue knew
that upon this lovely say
I would fall in love with you.

The warden of hell is
a place I will feel of a quill
that is what it is
to subject abuse kill.

The words of pain
I want want to feel
to arrange in the feign
of brittle but strength real.