The Black Meth Demon

A demon doing meth under the crystallized sky
Destroying his blood red brains just to get high
And he sits up in the mango tree, doing demon things
He only flys when he's really high, with his black bat wings
I'm fascinated by his blood shot eyes and spiky hair
I often come to visit his beautiful, dark lair
And I wonder why people are scared of him at all
When he's just living for the power of the fall
Theirs something inside him that's always been insidious
But I don't care, I pretend to be oblivious
He already knows I'm not an angel, so he knows I'll never help
And sometimes I wish I could, but I just care about myself