Are you some kind of monster?
A massacist behind the bars.
Some type of erased craze
That cuts deep
And leaves scars.
I feel your power,
Staring over me from afar.
You call yourself my maker,
But I know what you are.
Cut the bullshit.
Save the savior.
Your the one who
Commands the stars.
Take your refuge.
Bad behavior,
I can't let you beat my heart.
No more stuffing,
No more danger.
I've had enough,
It's gone to far.
Your a monster,
I'm a believer,
And you've cut deep
To my heart.
And I know now who you are.
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