Dæmönika
Mortal Technique
Join date: Mar 2006
4,189 IQ
#1
devil took my gold, he did;
buried it deep beneath my ribcage
where sparrers build their nests
and lay their eggs in my pouches.
devil ain't givin it back no how.

devil took my soul, he did;
hid it in the friendship
a shepherd has with the dawn
and the new day's heat warms chest hairs.

devil devil devil
you ain't no evil of mine

devil devil devil
you ain't no heathen of mine

devil devil devil
you ain't no god of mine

devil took my woman, he did;
sold her to a fancy townman
in a sixstring suit
with shiny buttons and a pocketwatch.
she ain't my woman no more

devil took my leaf, he did;
made it fall within loneliness
and took my mind in his hands
and crafted simple chaos.
devil took my life, he did.

devil devil devil
you ain't no fear of mine

devil devil devil
you ain't no foe of mine

devil devil devil
you ain't no wrath of mine