I Was Wrong to Call You My Friend

I thought you were a saint,
But in fact a demon a slumbered,
A cunning ginger fox from hell.

You throw in aimless anger,
But I never judged,
Until I saw the evil blaze, in dark blue eyes,

I laughed at the flames that erupt from under the purple skull,
You better watch your back,
Cause you have nothing on me,
A bunch of 'rumours' is all you have.

I clean up my tracks,
Revenge you will not have,
Our group doesn't want you,
Not even a piece.