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Devilish Acts At 14
Satanic Bible lies withered and begging for attention
She's 14 and ignorant and plays without protection
Black glossed lips and obsession with death
Mama doesn't mind as long as she has her precious meth
A compulsive liar who seeks salvation behind her scars
The truth that demons seek her behind that wretched bar
And that screams in her head are more than mental problems
Confusing it for wicca her hatreds found a reason to finally blossom
She started drawing inverted pentagrams on her palms at school
If she was an outcast before it compared to nothing next to this ridicule
But fuck it it won't matter by the end of tonight
Cause she's got plans for all the sheeple, why should they live happily in the light
She made a wicked friend once she embraced deaths cruel kiss
And all she has to do is readily welcome his seductive bliss
Which she prepared for atop her devilish alter
Loving every twisted detail becoming true martyr
Yet so sad for her what the future has instore
What really happens when she taste true blood and gore
But she's blinded by a fake sense of power
Entranced by just the mere thought she glows with glower
And spills her blood so is to enrich the chant
As thoughts of vengeance entice hagged pants
But instead of revenge she's introduced to true horror
Constantly tormented with thoughts of suicide and terror
She loses the last strand of sanity she so desperatly held on to
Instead of control it's her only release from the dictator she let through
So her best silver friend licks upon her veins
One last time giving in to his fated demonic claims
She's 14 and ignorant and plays without protection
Black glossed lips and obsession with death
Mama doesn't mind as long as she has her precious meth
A compulsive liar who seeks salvation behind her scars
The truth that demons seek her behind that wretched bar
And that screams in her head are more than mental problems
Confusing it for wicca her hatreds found a reason to finally blossom
She started drawing inverted pentagrams on her palms at school
If she was an outcast before it compared to nothing next to this ridicule
But fuck it it won't matter by the end of tonight
Cause she's got plans for all the sheeple, why should they live happily in the light
She made a wicked friend once she embraced deaths cruel kiss
And all she has to do is readily welcome his seductive bliss
Which she prepared for atop her devilish alter
Loving every twisted detail becoming true martyr
Yet so sad for her what the future has instore
What really happens when she taste true blood and gore
But she's blinded by a fake sense of power
Entranced by just the mere thought she glows with glower
And spills her blood so is to enrich the chant
As thoughts of vengeance entice hagged pants
But instead of revenge she's introduced to true horror
Constantly tormented with thoughts of suicide and terror
She loses the last strand of sanity she so desperatly held on to
Instead of control it's her only release from the dictator she let through
So her best silver friend licks upon her veins
One last time giving in to his fated demonic claims
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