Speak of The Devil

Speak of the devil, And now he’s back
With devilish grin, His groove intact
His horns are hidden, His manners not lack
He works alone, But born in pack
He wears fine mask, Expensive, in fact
But the eyes are his, Shiny and black

In a glossy red car, He slides over town
Suavely, smoothly, Turns heads and frowns
Perfectly created, From the underground
With the main purpose: To make girls’ hearts pound
Beware, be careful, Tell all around
You sell your soul, With him you’re bound

He’ll ask nicely, You’ll think he’s fine
Give little at first, Because he looks so kind
With fresh smell of lemon, Lips red like wine
He’ll ask for more, More and more in time
With Lust and Pride you play, Greed and Gluttony you dine
And Wrath and Sloth you sleep with , And Envy in mind

But when you die, You die alone
Hopeless tears you weep, Wasted words you moan
Gone are the wines, Cash, Guns and all known
You cry for comfort , And the forgotten home
The cold air is tight, It numbs your bones
You call out to him, Then beside you he roams

He’ll pull out the mask, and say cruelly
“I’m the Devil, you see, and nothing is free
Your soul is mine, But the sins you keep
Heaven is off limit, For you to be
It’s where cupids fly, And angels meet
Your place is here, Down here with me”.

Fire for Fire

Fight blood with blood
And power with power
He has killed your son
You will then kill his father
Oh, it’s easier to avenge
Than to very much forgive
You will not stop first
He should pay for your grieve.

With hands, guns, and bombs
Fight fire with fire
He killed your mother
You will now rape his sister
They scream and you shout back
Their tears won’t weaken you
You have lost so much
So they will lose all too.

It’s their fault not yours
They hit and you attack
You punch and they fight back
But in the end, oh, what a shame
In the land you both called home
Stood empty houses, laid you and him
With dried blood in your finger nails
The scores are even, nobody wins.

Red and Loud

You wouldn’t let me write your name
on the same page of love and flowery words.
I was still me and according to you, the same,
on the page of flowers and lovely verbs.

You’d think that it’s easier now that you’re wise
And old heart can’t beat in brand new chests
You’d think that hate could overcome love
And skin couldn’t sense their better half

I thought that it should have been strange and hard
Now that the wounds had been stitched shut
I wished that his smell isn’t stuck to my blouse
And the flashbacks aren’t so clear and loud

Why were you so mean and spoke so true?
Me in my fantasy land, you said, so in tune.
You are blazing fire and I am greenish blue.
You burn and burst and I am all but not like you.