Hot as hell, but hell is frozen over. Does that make me Hades or a verbal flamethrower?
Enraged for days, I think of the ways, to pick off my targets in the most sinful of ways.
Crazed. Dazed. Come what lays. The Haze inside my head ain’t just a faze.
The maze of rays sets my gaze, enlivens my soul, compels my rage.
So go on, leave with no trace. In haste you came and in haste you race
away, and waste all the face you have ever won.
I wish I could erase the poison from my tongue,
Your taste wrapped in lace, your seduction undone.
You bleed noble, but no longer his son. You’re done! You are not the Chosen One.
So stop where you are, put down the gun and surrender yourself to the Omnipotent one.
You wanna new life? You wanna escape? I think every single one of us in this world can relate.
Yea, you may have some scars and tats on your face,
but you’re not saved by your works, you’re saved by His Grace!
The taste, that can erase, the seductive lace,
and won’t waste away in your barrel of haste.
So forget your old ways, and remember these days
not as days of damnation, but as days of Grace.