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Bug Eater
When the story began.
I was nothing, no one's friend.
I had no future.
Moments away from killing myself.
When you reached out your hand.
Full of sorrow, I pretend.
Something could nurture.
Finally I find myself in hell.
I gave you my heart.
And my all.
But you fell apart.
I joined your fall.
I knew right from the start.
Where I'd go.
In my last work of art.
My clarion call.
Through the blackened gate I prowl.
Cross the raging river Styx.
The serpent coils his tail and growls.
That little rat and his bag of tricks.
My body flung high through the air.
In a corkscrew tailspin, falling down.
Over the valley of despair.
Stripped and scorched with a broken crown.
And as I'm soaring I can now hear.
Out of the dark they laugh and they jeer.
Over the torrid winds and rains.
The city of rest and the rivers of pain.
I fly far above the wall of Dis.
And into the Malebolge to pay for my sins.
Hey, bug eater.
Twist your head around and look at me.
Hey, bug eater.
Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
I glanced into visions.
Nightmare trips and spells.
I turned to my wishes.
They turned me to hell.
I'm the only one here who is responsible.
I know it's all my fault, I alone brought the fall.
I was always too busy heeding the call.
To see how wrong I was, a fucking oracle.
I delved too deep into the future.
Wailing against the powers of the past.
But now I live wallowed in anger.
My cards are played, my die is cast.
I see desert harpies, they tear and rip.
Boiling blood rivers swamp a sinking ship.
I see burning graves searing heretics.
I see countless damned souls drowning in shit.
This is my lot in death, it's all that I am.
But what I would give to be any one of them.
Hey, bug eater.
Twist your head around and look at me.
Hey, bug eater.
Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
Hey, bug eater.
Weighed down by the chains of all your sins.
Hey, bug eater.
Demons tear and warp and still you grin.
Marching in circles, forced down and whipped.
Biting black talons, steel thorn tips.
Wrapping around me, tearing to bone.
Into the darkness, I'm never returning home.
Hey, bug eater…
Hey, bug eater.
Twist your head around and look at me.
Hey, bug eater.
Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
Hey, bug eater.
Weighed down by the chains of all your sins.
Hey, bug eater.
Demons tear and warp and still you grin.
I was nothing, no one's friend.
I had no future.
Moments away from killing myself.
When you reached out your hand.
Full of sorrow, I pretend.
Something could nurture.
Finally I find myself in hell.
I gave you my heart.
And my all.
But you fell apart.
I joined your fall.
I knew right from the start.
Where I'd go.
In my last work of art.
My clarion call.
Through the blackened gate I prowl.
Cross the raging river Styx.
The serpent coils his tail and growls.
That little rat and his bag of tricks.
My body flung high through the air.
In a corkscrew tailspin, falling down.
Over the valley of despair.
Stripped and scorched with a broken crown.
And as I'm soaring I can now hear.
Out of the dark they laugh and they jeer.
Over the torrid winds and rains.
The city of rest and the rivers of pain.
I fly far above the wall of Dis.
And into the Malebolge to pay for my sins.
Hey, bug eater.
Twist your head around and look at me.
Hey, bug eater.
Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
I glanced into visions.
Nightmare trips and spells.
I turned to my wishes.
They turned me to hell.
I'm the only one here who is responsible.
I know it's all my fault, I alone brought the fall.
I was always too busy heeding the call.
To see how wrong I was, a fucking oracle.
I delved too deep into the future.
Wailing against the powers of the past.
But now I live wallowed in anger.
My cards are played, my die is cast.
I see desert harpies, they tear and rip.
Boiling blood rivers swamp a sinking ship.
I see burning graves searing heretics.
I see countless damned souls drowning in shit.
This is my lot in death, it's all that I am.
But what I would give to be any one of them.
Hey, bug eater.
Twist your head around and look at me.
Hey, bug eater.
Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
Hey, bug eater.
Weighed down by the chains of all your sins.
Hey, bug eater.
Demons tear and warp and still you grin.
Marching in circles, forced down and whipped.
Biting black talons, steel thorn tips.
Wrapping around me, tearing to bone.
Into the darkness, I'm never returning home.
Hey, bug eater…
Hey, bug eater.
Twist your head around and look at me.
Hey, bug eater.
Break your neck and wreck your sanctity.
Hey, bug eater.
Weighed down by the chains of all your sins.
Hey, bug eater.
Demons tear and warp and still you grin.
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