Diabolical
Enter the dead space
I ain’t fazed
I want it real with the
Eyes rolled back and talking tongues

I want a blank faced
Embrace
In the dark with the candles
Supernaturally snuffed

Let me rephrase that
I want this real space
Infected with a presence
That can only be explained
By this phantom taste

I want the windows to break
I want reality ablaze
I want the centuries of cover ups
And writs erased
One finger on the lens
The other crossed and bent
It’s too late now
It’s far too late to stop

It’s tried and true
But the joke’s on you
On you

Do-Don’t you dare let go
I’d rather not than know
But it’s far too late now
Don’t forget to say goodbye

You would if you could
But you won’t oh no
Oh no

Enter the rat race
Men chase
For the answers that they
Seldom even want to hear

And what does God say
Kneel, pray?
In reflection of the
Aberration he too fears
Let me explain this
Most people take years
To fall upon deaf ears
Then utterly dismiss
And what for?

I want a reason for fate
I want to see you afraid
I want to be there when your
Perfect little world starts to change

I wanna see it
I wanna get what I paid for
Between the ocean and glass
What horrors might want to pass?

I wanna see it
I wanna get what I paid for
I wanna get what I paid for

You wanna see it?
Get what you paid for?
You wanna dance with the devil?