Only a block away lives a man with no soul Sold it for a donut A tasty fucken donut With sprinkles on top Why does the devil tempt us so We do lots of things we never know Tell that bastard to go back to hell It's where he belongs, but I'm there now serving him Life was so hard to be myself Always did what was asked, never questioned Kicked in the face by my oppressors Now I'm fucking kicking back Abnormal because of what I have seen Life is a curse there is no inbetween Why I continue on has no bearing on you Because you are worthless and I am to Sold my soul for nothing more Now I am the devil's whore Life was always a chore That is why I serve him, as I spill my blood on the floor Why does the devil tempt us so We do lots of things we never know Tell that bastard to go back to hell It's where he belongs, but I'm there now serving him Give up your life to be the best Beaten all of the rest Your life was just at test And you failed, just because you are the bestBirth sign: Aries
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