Misanthropic

Las Plagas de la mente Yo soy a quien temes. They call me Sherlock Bones Hellhound for the Devil's Throne I'll kill every last one of you If it means I feel something Hail to the king Hell walks this earth And it dwells beneath my skin Born of a dying mother and violent father I'll do my best to snuff out your existence I was there when the rain fell When the reaper screamed "fear me" And helped him out as well That boy did well, but I coulda done better So if you hear me coming Don't run, you won't get far Tell me what it's like, tell me what it's like Tell me what it's like being me, motherfucker It's like kicking rocks in the yard, with intentions to harm If death's on your heels, you won't get far The devil's on my back, the target's on my head Humanity's on my chest constricting my breath Disdain, with a foul taste; noose as a necklace I can't praise God while keeping a straight face Laughing away at his fucking mistakes I'm not psychopathic, just a little misanthropic Narcissistic to the bone So crawl, crawl on your knees Beg for forgiveness For all your dirty deeds And your dirty needs On your dirty knees In this house of wolves, no one hears your pleas No one talks, not even Jay says hi Just because he never got to kiss His lover goodbye, huh Just 'cause I was the one that kicked out her chair It was funny, watching her dangle though, gasping for air Well, this whole shit show is ruled by an iron fist I'm not surprised that dick made a hit list He kicks rocks in the yard with the intentions to harm If I'm on your heels, you won't get too far The Devil's on my back, the target's on my head Humanity's on my chest constricting my breath (Up, down, spin around) Disdain, with a foul taste; noose as a necklace; I can't praise what's not really there with a straight face Doctor please, don't mishear me; I'm not misogynistic, just a little misanthropic I was left outside the devil's gates So I overthrew him, and now the demons bow to me Not even God will save me now Don't you know? God Abandoned Me Each case comes another kill 47 down, 47 to go Bow, bow, bow down I'm a bag of bones For the Bad Luck Hellhounds Iron cuffs, slapped on your wrist tight Spit blood, standing on your windpipe I'm that guy that brings a knife to a gunfight and wins (Only evil within, like a knife blade under the skin) A kill a day keeps the demons at bay But what happens when the only demon left is me? , Tell me, tell me, tell me; fucking tell me (Burning down your yard with intentions to harm If he's on your heels, you won't get too far The devil's on your back, the target's on your head Humanity's on your chest, constricting your breath) Disdain, with a foul taste, noose as a necklace (You can't praise God with the devil in front of your face) Laughing away at all your mistakes I'm not psychopathic, I just don't give a fuck what you think Fuck you They call him Sherlock Bones I'm not psychopathic, okay maybe just a little bit I'm not psychopathic, just a little misanthropic