I'll lay here until it becomes my grave,
If you free my soul I'll be your slave.
I'm not asking for you to make everything fine,
I'm just wishing for you to make her mine.
Too late, she's gone, and found her way,
I wish I told her how I felt, I wish I said today.
I'll fly away to hell on these rusted angel wings,
A soul-less little warlock in the ages of the kings.
The devil's little necromancer only wanted love,
He got some little lies, Hell that wasn't enough.
A little rejection went too far,
That little necromancer is now the devil's star.
You made a little boy a mediocre soul,
Did this accomplish your goal?
You filled the kid with hate,
Did you know what you'd create? |
