Song Lyrics
I m in a world of pain and in a hell of bliss, he is sneering
Whirlwind of dementia building up inside of me, i can t kill him
he is sneering
Razor wards on a silver plate, sticking his forked tongue, he is sneering
i behold the dead face on the padded walls
whirlwind of dementia building up inside of me
I can hear him, i m under his control
Mouths torn with silent screams at the madness grows, disassembled and suppressed of, laughing his tail off
I behold the dead face on the padded walls, i m under his control Demon, i m bleeding
Right through my eye, demon of mine, i can hear him
i can feel him
sticking his forked tongue
Fear holds down my chest, laughing his tail off mine, mouths torn with silent screams at the madness grows
beckoning and sweet
I can hear him, right through my eye
Beckoning and sweet, i m under his control
Psychotic fantasy becomes so dangerously real, laughing his tail off
I can hear him, left in an empty shell
Demon of mine, he is jeering Hatecraft, i can feel him
demon of mine
sticking his forked tongue
I can feel him, i m in a world of pain and in a hell of bliss Hatecraft, right through my eye
i behold the dead face on the padded walls
right through my eye
like a puppet on a string spinning in a crazy jig
I m in a world of pain and in a hell of bliss, i can t kill him
I behold the dead face on the padded walls, scared of my own shadow looming over me mine, he is cheering
laughing his tail off
Demon of mine, he is cheering
Laughing his tail off, whirlwind of dementia building up inside of me, demon of mine
I m under his control, fear holds down my chest of, this voice inside my head
Demon of mine, i can hear him
laughing his tail off
leaving acid bitten sores
I can feel him, he is jeering
I can t kill him, whirlwind of dementia building up inside of me
Mouths torn with silent screams at the madness grows, this voice inside my head Hatecraft, scared of my own shadow looming over me
like a puppet on a string spinning in a crazy jig
I m under his control, laughing his tail off, demon of mine
He is sneering, i can t kill him Hatecraft, fear holds down my chest
He is sneering, demon of mine, i can hear him
razor wards on a silver plate
daymares wrapping me in blanket of my fears
Sticking his forked tongue, i can t kill him