wat? say it again, say it again
wat? come out of war witout a scratch
neva to win
end urself if u wanna sin
jus don't do it in front of ur friends
Edicius, Edicius, Edicius
Here's a demon from straight out-a hell
fallen angel who fell
stuck in a world full of KILL
fo sho, i met him head on wit a smile
and i met myself face to face wit denile
i jus went on to drive myself to insanity
can i be
ready for enemies
who wish for death to swoop upon me?
on these
death wishes is actually hatred
for tha taunting
since i cannot make it
haunting
unbelievable caskets wit souls naked
take it
jaunting
away from me before i break it
naughty
let my tears
wash away tha years
upon my face
disgrace
all of my fears
leave to never return at each n every slice
nights
are ever closer no matter how closer be tha lights
tha tunnel drips wit blood
a fight
musta happened here and someone was cut
oh that was me, wearing my blood-stained Adidas
for i met tha true god............Edicius
wat? say it again, say it again
wat? come out of war witout a scratch
neva to win
end urself if u wanna sin
jus don't do it in front of ur friends
"let tha pain come...
i will not refrain from...
tha insane gun...
pointed straight at my brain, son..."
"but daddy please, no, don't do it
ur drunk, n u don't know wat ur doin"
"oh, it's ok, ok? i'll be ok...
cause to tell u tha truth, don't know wat else to say..."
{gunshot}
Edicius has beat us, claimed anotha soul...
tha story told of myself and a man wit a son, 27 and 4 respective years old...
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