as i write with fading ink, so far has my soul to sink, watch me devil i will not blink.
i hear my demon's whisper, "i've come from hell to feed you well."
do you wish me savor this despair and wrath i feel towards myself
should i be grateful for this regret?
may i never lie again, may i never speak again, may i never give myself away
like a subject to be tested, i handed myself over to be ripped apart
that i may pour my spirit as summers cry so i never disappoint you again
come civil spirits hear my mortal thoughts
i inhale a whiff in the dark
i see a gleam, a shadow's spark
a horned crown he placed on my head
"you are the lying