You have a watch you look at it
I see what you don't.
The demons in its body
yelling and holler in
why is it hide in
basket he carrying
as he ride by
and him and some other
bad people road up and down the
halls of life
give people the finger with
his mouth
so I say what the hell
is wrong with them
demons yell there
hate to everybody all
day long not to day
you all don't look right.
So I scream in my pillow as your
path is a sad turn to go down the
stairs of a stage set for you
and your demon crew
Thinking it's a joy to fuck
with people who are not demons
well I don't want there lies of him being a little boy to go on
OH FUCK YOU DEMON.
© Again it's Lash