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Maybe I was stupid thinking Cupid was real.
Putting trust in a succession of dirty demons, who just wanted to trick me.
Silver spoon rich boys thinking they could crush me.
Anger and frustration leading to despair.
I've screamed to the skies 'Lord help me!'
He ain't there;
all I see is darkness and a path to lead me to my destiny.
Why do people think you're weak if you're real,
have they never heard of the evil that lies within?
Do they not understand or dread.
No more back tracks, no excuses, no right,
no wrong just one hole of hell for those who have done me wrong.
Rage inside my head explodes into the pen
and any unbeliever waiting to steal one of my breaths.
I know I must go but there is no way without a fight,
for all my enemies must die tonight.
This is the real Romeo and Juliet with a slice of Jekyll and Hyde.
Uncompromising, ruthless, merciless is the way it must go tonight.
My enemies had a choice but decided to play me.
I took them up a rung of their ladders now they want me dead.
The scene gets turned, people cry and beg but time has gone by,
Now it's the time of the dead.
Maybe they succeeded in killing part of me,
maybe inside my soul has gone,
Maybe my heart turned a little cold
But they left the most evil source to boil inside my head.
Now in a rage on a mission
with my only goal to send these demons to hell,
'I will see you there' is what I scream and yell.
So when the dark comes,
and the breath of death runs down your neck.
Know it's the start of your end,
no tears, no words, no mercy.
Just a cold stare in my eyes and a taste of real cold death.
Behold the awakening of the dead.
