There is something evil in all of us
Something twisted and surreal
You believe that what it is should be more obvious
Based on the way you fucking feel
My silence does not fit into a body
It does not take on a holy name
It is defined by pessimism and longing
And to obstruct what is commonly sane
The silence calls you deeper into the void
A burning lust to cause stress
A pragmatic volume of decrepit phases
The quality of life yet I digress
The tyrant shade behind your eyes
Takes matters into its own hands
A Woeful Malignance exists eternally
Clash of morality and demonic demands
Choose to deny it's presence
And lose all your power
As your concious mind begins to decay
You blame it on another
In Nomine dei nostri sathanas luciferi excelsi
The supernatural is a myth
And is nothing natural about society
For what was super is now buried
Forgotten and wasted, mocking sobriety
You feel a presence outside of the self
Is it a manifestation of your fears?
In your darkest corner, where Earth's secrets dwell
Who will be standing there?
SATAN