The Death of Me

"This city is so pretty, do you want to burn it with me? Till the sky's bleed ashes and the fuckin skyline crashes."

Burning body's and buildings and filling the streets with corpses.
When I look in the mirror it's very hard to see how hell could ever be worse then me.

For you see ever since birth I've felt dead, no life inside of me.
Instead of a soul I've got a little demon seed growing inside of me.
At the end I know its either going to be genocide or the death of me.

But this isn't how I want to be, so why is it so wrong for me to be who I want to be?