“The devil is as black as he is painted

With sorrow and loss, you too shall become acquainted

And so it was written…”

They said they wanted them dead, come daylight

I'll make sure they’re dead before sunrise

If a man chooses, and a slave obeys

Then I’m a slave to everything they ever said

I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a fucking slave

I'm a slave, I'm a slave, I'm a fucking slave

The gift of death will be the last thing you swallow

Slowly losing hope of seeing tomorrow

Mindless, stuck inside the box

I'm not afraid of god, I'm just afraid of being lost

They said you know too much

So break me with the slightest touch

I'll make it clean, I won't make you suffer

Don't make a scene, it only makes this harder

A deer caught in the crosshairs of life's firing line

(Are you afraid to die?)

For once, I don't take any pleasure

In this definite end

Marked for death

I'll breakdown all your fears

Without shedding a fucking tear

(Flesh and bone)

A feast for crows

Friend on friend, what a violent twist

I left her there, rotting in blood I spilt

(They said they wanted her dead, come daylight)

I'll make sure she's gone before sunrise

If a man chooses, and a slave obeys

Then I’m a slave to everything they ever said

Conflicted between friends and enemies

The line between right and wrong is tearing at the seams

The only thing that's clear is nothing is black and white

In a world of grey, the innocent must die

In a world of grey, the innocent deer dies

(If a man chooses, and a slave obeys

Then I'm a slave to the reapers mind)

I drive the blade into the fucking hilt

Along with regret for every death, I’ve dealt

And as your eyes meet mine, I begin

To feel something I’ve never felt;

Guilt

Oh my god, why would you make me do that? Why the fuck would you make me do that? Because I know who you really are, Sherlock Bones

While you were out gloating about how misanthropic you are, you slipped up and told me you were the one who really killed my angel, you stupid fuck