demons / pt. 3
the one who plays the flute of destructionΒ βΈ’ πππππππππ / visage.Β βΈ₯
hatred &&. blood are all you know. who would ever love you? βΈ’ πππππππππ / about. βΈ₯
the screams of their curses still cause nightmares today βΈ’ πππππππππ / aes. βΈ₯
you were once so mischievous &&. carefree until they denied you βΈ’ πππππππππ / asgard. βΈ₯
little puppet you dance on your string to make your master happy βΈ’ πππππππππ / his puppet. βΈ₯
he once offered you solitude only for you to destroy it again βΈ’ πππππππππ / israel. βΈ₯
you wanted the throne until someone became more important βΈ’ πππππππππ / first. βΈ₯
you confessed your feelings &&. you decided to stay with him βΈ’ πππππππππ / post. βΈ₯
no matter how loud you scream no one will save you βΈ’ πππππππππ / threads. βΈ₯
with a crown atop your head you will rule peacefullyΒ βΈ’ πππππππ / visage.Β βΈ₯
youβve never known love yet you are so full of it βΈ’ πππππππ / about. βΈ₯
gold &&. riches make you a prince but your pride makes you the king βΈ’ πππππππ / aes. βΈ₯
maybe the crownβs too heavy for you little one βΈ’ πππππππ / youth. βΈ₯
the crown fits you now; perhaps more than it had anyone elseβΈ’ πππππππ / first. βΈ₯
your excitement is like honey but not everyone likes the sticky sweetness of it βΈ’ πππππππ / threads. βΈ₯
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