I think it's a demon"But maybe I can fix him"

I think it's really sad

The way you act when you're addicted

Incapable of reason"But I won't ever see him"

I think it's quite pathetic

When you love to play the victim

Narcissist bitch

You're the problem, it's you

You behave like a teenager

Too inept to get a clue

Insolent

I can count on one hand everything that you've accomplished

You're pushing 60 while I'm putting 60 bands into the market

He's mad

We spin in tandem round a star of my design, every piece of evidence suggests your fate is in decline

When I clap my hands, your structure folds in half and dissipates because the will of my reality will shape your time and space

There's no way to fix you

I've tried so many times

God gave me the will to cast the hex on your prize

I think it's a demon"But maybe I can fix him"

I think it's really sad

The way you act when you're addicted

Incapable of reason"But I won't ever see him"

I think it's quite pathetic

When you love to play the victim

I'm jaded I'm afflicted

You're wrought with contradiction

Take me to the river, cleanse my soul with holy liquid

No rest for the wicked

No I won't get it twisted

I'm basking in the hazy neon glow of coexistence

I'm in the ride, I can't be traced

I'm out of mind I'm out of faith

You're out of time, you're out of shape

You're out of lives, you're out of grace

Who do I trust, who do I trust?

Only myself, but that's not enough

Who do I trust, who do I trust?

Only myself, but that's not enough

Are you having fun through the trauma, the neurosis

Do you ever wish that he would vanish, hocus pocus?

When you beg forgiveness, does he smile, does he notice?

Pandemonium Satani vitae he approacheth

There's no way to fix you

I've tried so many times

God gave me the will to cast the hex on your prize

You take and you take and you lay on your back

And God comes down to break your facade again