Devils wear clothes too.
A pocket of dreams
A locket of screams
A whole fucking feeling tattooed in inseams
A machine of emotion
Run on cocaine and devotion
A potion of souls smoked up through bowls
Blasted through time and spines
Crainial cavitys and eyes
Children’s cries fuel the high
Seeping through femur bones and tailiored suits
This suit isnt suited for those who weep,
Just those who keep up with underworld Jonses
Who revel in dark tones and
Worship the devil
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