Collecting bodies...

Through thoughts covered in thorns...

While daydreaming about a crown...

That's fixed minds since they were born...

Even angels sin,

And even demons pray...

Even angels kill...

And even demons care...

Or at least pretend to...

Words cut deep through the blue...

Ears to the atmosphere...

The wind covers the fear...

The lies cover the heart...

Malice covers the soul...

Making it fall apart...

Now a,

Cocoon in a deep void...

Wishing to fly away...

But the puddle still weeps,

Forcing all nights to stay...

The wings started to grow...

Forming into sharp scars....

Bleeding kindness to the depths below...

...

But as I,

Watch upon the silent murders...

I smile at the defeat...

While the broken collects,

The good becomes obsolete...

Now a menace to the woods...

Where I shout with the wolves...

Watching the moon cry many meteors...

As it should...

...

And now when they,

Come to me...

They focus on me...

They bow to me...

They dwindle in front of me...

Begging for strawberry ice cream...

When the sun melted all the children's greed...

Calling for a transformation...

When its already complete...

You would turn a soul in...

For a temporary attachment...

You would trade yourself...

For the piece of the cake...

That will kill all in the end...

Under thy name...

The Baphomet...