My eyes perceive a paradigm
I can’t believe the tragedies I’m seeing And could vendetta be a crime?
Revenge of purest sorts I’m dreaming
It looks insane and frank I am about this
That demons bubble in their blood and give the mouth a death kiss
They have a plan: it is to kill This plan involves a hefty deal
The barter from the devil stands
It stands alone, as if unreal
I see the devil.