To hell and back again Mr. Buckingham I need a new drink As every other sinning man I want to break the floor And dance upon the fire Of complete terror Now here me roar, Oh, here me roar
Your fake love was never true Your remarks about me Never kept their hold As if I wasn't torn enough Tormented by the shame You had to cut me deeper To drive me insane Bloody vessel of God Be damned unholy creature Go back to Hell My love is over for you
Athletic and poetic Kind of insane Still playing this solo game I bet there is no reason I bet there is no cause For the prohibition Of merry time loss!
Slowly slowly People start to understand There is no journey There is no end One hell, another We are all born from the same father, Mother Earth we owe you a favor People's death is your sweetest flavor I don't mind diying as long all men die Before me, this I call a freedom of setting Earth free.
I see a glimpse of hope in your eyes It keeps telling me to keep sober Not to angry Gods of old and new Some years ago I have betrayed My faith in you, alas now I regret it This cannot be fixed by walking forward I keep struggle not to give in To villainy but it is challenging I keep on forward a pious man
Good for nothing shows the time Endless pity for my rhyme Meter is scarcely kept in those lines I pretend that I forget my own mind And beget a different design Now I am the God of verse Is it destiny or plain curse?