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Beast of prey

 Song of the day;;

→ Hollywood Undead - Idol


I think I'm an angel, but I am cursed

Riding so painful, ghost-whipping the hearse

My secrets are shameful, my secrets are faithful

My life is no fable, I'm an archangel


Fiends and I'm filling 'em drugs and I'm dealing 'em, pack the shit up

The orders, I'm filling 'em, load the clip up

'Cause I stay drilling 'em, what did you say?

Slow down, son, you're killing 'em

What do you do? They look up to you

A porcelain doll, an idol, a tool

You dropped outta school, you're burning up fuel

An angel of death, the face of a ghoul


I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster

I cannot save you, son, I ain't no saviour

I ain't your idol, kid, and I'm full of hatred

I cannot save you now, I ain't no saviour


I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid


No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol


I'm gonna be killing 'em without any airplay

'Cause I dare say everything not their way

Fuck politically correct and the scared way

They don't want this angel demon bringing muerte

Not imagining me dumping a magazine

Thought that you had a dream, but really have a king

But this one is splattering, battering

On a mission traveling, protected by Mazikeen

I'm talking extremities with enemies, obscenities to you, I'm exactly what a rival is

If you're not finna be my synergy infinity, I'm then wishing you suicidal shit

I'm homicidal, bitch, and I puff a lotta medijuana, but I run up on 'em, and it got a vital kick

If you're not up on the damage the Bible did, I ain't your idol, kid


I ain't your idol, kid, I'm just a gangster

I cannot save you, son, I ain't no saviour

I ain't your idol, kid, and I'm full of hatred

I cannot save you now, I ain't no saviour


I ain't your idol, kid


Looking at me, well, what do you see?

The vision of something that you'll never be

The kingdom will come, they'll come for the king

What do you want? What do you need?

I'm an addict with a habit

I'll blow your fucking head off

Goddammit, can't stand it

The look on your face, the desperation

I cannot take it, I feel it again

The needles are pushing up under my skin

I cannot speak, but the voices within

That evil is good and the virtue of sin

Who are you? What do you need?

Are you sure you wanna be like me?

Gotta pay up, nothing is free

A deal with the devil, a deal with me


I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid

I ain't your idol, kid


No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol

No, I ain't your idol, kid, your idol

No, I ain't your idol, kid

I cannot save you, son

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