Demon

 

A man walks into a bar, with his face covered in scars.
His eyes full of death, with horns on his head,
He is going to decide who to kill; his eyes are blood red.


The blood pours down from his fangs,
The blood pours down from his hands,
The demon is here to scare you all to tears.
The Devil is walking through the room taking your years.


Hold on, I’ve been waiting to say,
To the girl in flames who is now fading away,
You set me on fire with your loving desire.


Sitting here with Mr. Madness;
He is watching me express my sadness.
You cannot take her from me;
She gave me her soul to hold and to keep.


Her sins are not for sale, to you inside this bar;
She is good, she is pure, she is more than you could imagine.
She is going to become a shooting star;
You cannot turn this romance into a tragedy.


I will fight for her heart and you cannot take her body,
You are pure evil and I will go in her place.


“You are not the one I came here for,
But I do like the look of fear, upon your face.
It is here that I stand and I stand here a man;
I’m crossing bridges and burning them behind me.
The fire within burns inside of me and I need my release…
So she must become deceased.”


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