Sell your soul
Song of the day;; → The Gloom In The Corner - Misanthropic (Las plagas de la mente Yo soy a quien temes, ha ha ha) They call me Sherlock Bones Hellhound for the devil's throne, uh I’ll kill every last one of you If it means I get to feel something Hail to the king Hell walks this earth And it dwells beneath my skin Born of a dying mother and violent father I'll do my best to snuff out your existence I was there when the rain fell When the reaper screamed fear me And helped him out as well That boy did well, but I could've done better So if you hear me coming Don't run, you won't get far Tell me what it's like, tell me what it’s like Tell me what it's like being me, motherfucker It’s like kicking rocks in the yard with intentions to harm If death's on your heels, you won't get far The devil's on my back The target's on my head Humanity's on my chest constricting my breath Disdain, with a foul taste Noose as a necklace I can't praise