Festering inside of us, in our DNA, there is a darkness,
and it eats away. corrupting very few, easy to persuade.
Still in paradise, we social segregate.
Making the meek murder, must be malcontent.
Creating social ladders, have left the rungs bent.
Sickened by our wrong thoughts, till revenge.
Beware of demons, from the wood work.
Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst.
No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite.
They are the demons from the woodwork.
Capable demons, inside a meat bag,
Look like everyone,
To close in on their prey.
we created them, through torture everyday.
They amplified it, by their years of pain.
Life becomes a nightmare, bringing hell one day.
There's no targets, kill whoever's in their way.
No one believes them, till they bring death.
Beware of demons, from the wood work.
Their eyes flare up, with the bloodthirst.
No care for themselves or lives, bringers of smite.
They are the demons from the woodwork.
Their concerning thoughts tossed to denial.
Fire rains down in sulphuric ash,
Burning sights in preemptive attack,
acidic acrid air floats by,
melting lungs
Those who breathe in die
Punishment for all those who've sinned,
against meek people, left rotted,
Reanimation of our acts, concentrated to one attack.
Fire rains in sulphuric ash,
burning sight when they start their attack,
Acidic acrid air floats by, melting lungs,
Those who breathe in die.
Punishment for all those who've sinned,
against meek people, are left rotted,
Reanimation of our own acts, concentrated to one attack,
