Demons

Graveyards full, juggalo body's shift when the moon hangs low taking its toll, on what's been myth..

Red sky a gift drip but I walk real slow

Claws in the mist lift and the horns still glow

Born from the rift of the pit but I got one code, grow.

Demons drag the souls i call out they down under the street lights wondering what this is all about, crying for better nights.

Chain-rattle bass rumbles when they stomp these feet

Teeth like knives cut deep like a saddle harness and a voice so deep it leaves the air chilled from the precious soul reap.

But I don’t touch base with uneducated, and I don’t play cheap, I've been subjugated by creeps.

Fire in my lungs, yeah brimstone breath born from hate leaps.

I been cursed since birth and been flirting with death and gods, leaving bait.

But I guard the weak when the dark clouds stretch the skyline

I’m a nightmare dog on a moral leash set. Devine interaction was your prayer now I say I'm the doomslayer.

Haunted carnival spinning my head but I trick the players.

Laugh track warped like the living ain’t dead playing in the back as I write the track of a one mind fact written from my soul.

Face paint fresh, black tears turned brown rusted from what i bled throughout the sesh in the towns you've been here and read what I've been fed.

Still I stand at the edge where the lost ones tread without hearing what is said..betting their own blood to be fed..

I know every sin, every lie you hide, I crush the cigarette in my hand the menthol spreading wide.

Hear the guilt in your pulse when you try to slide with pride I fight from the great devied, where a clown made you decide.

I feast on your fear, let the panic ride, as you try to steal clear.

But I’d rather scare you straight with my honesty, than watch you die, this comes with a why

Bass go boom like a coffin lid

Heartbeats sync with the things did, rattle the chains that forbid I sit and rid panic as you become manic, wait under this mic that I slide with no static strike

I been stitched from screams of the damned that were hidden by subjects.

But I spare those souls that were hurt scars deep where fire burnt..

A Shadow with a consciences is what I talk too now, how messed up is that even with evidence I can't convince.

Got fangs in my grin but I tip my hat forever since this space was dense.

To the broken and user of sense we saw who bruised you they all were witnessed, where the god sat and listened I've been writing every sentence.

I got pull with fire so I drag them slowly though the flames like a hellspawn brat

Fog rolls in fat when I walk that line at this latitude. Attitude

between wrath and no mercy, yours and mine will be protected in this world of emergency.

I’m the growl in the face, to the galexy built in the dark but the warning sign will be seen as falacy as I leave my ark parked.

Fear got a face and that's my mark, and my face is kind no more my voice is icy

So when you hear chains behind you and the screaming rings out in the silence