Belial

Dull depressive lull,
broken fever dream,
temporary leave,
once a century,
Just a bit of sin,
Smoke and Sex and Dye,
vices to fulfill,
a Hedonistic Reverie,
Puritan's folly,
on a brimstone beach,
at the brink of hell,
at the dawn of time,
Sleeping sister rise,
awaken the Shadow inside,
My time; Our time,
Apocalypse,
Bind.

Because every demon is vain,
And because you are my savior,
Who continues the lie,
known as my sanity.

Demonology

The rose-colored glasses are off,
The world is hopeless and gray,
The shadows sleep for naught,
They drag me back to the day,

The man who claims to be me,
Is up to something strange,
Engrossed in marvel and awe,
This world made him deranged,

The rose-colored glasses are off,
This world is nothing but hell,
I'm coasting towards a knife,
To break this carnal shell