I became a beast, cute incubus
Every little bits of my mortality's
Gone from your stench, the foul odor
Ugly little man's week mentality
Imprisoned in their minds, tiny beings aren't free
Confident to think that I've forgotten it
The memories remain, in shadows they're laid
Very well aware of fucking everything
You already know
So you scurry back home
He'll be exposed
(All your life)
Spreading rumors so pathetically
(All your lies)
They're obvious its not hard to see
(They know why)
You hate yourself but you still proceed
You scramming to a rat hole so you can dream
Why d'you wanna be a demon-wannabe?
You're not demon just a petty insect to me
In a world of screams and violence there's no such thing
As poems of veracity
You already know
So you scurry back home
He'll be exposed
I shan't be wasting on he
Who seems so prominently
Wanting to hate poor creatures' lost souls including all the fair