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 god while keeping a straight face

Laughing away at his fucking mistakes

I'm not psychopathic

Just a little misanthropic

Narcissistic to the bone

So crawl, crawl on your knees

Beg for forgiveness

For all your dirty deeds

And your dirty needs

On your dirty knees

In this house of wolves, no one hears your pleas

No one talks, not even Jay says hi

Just because he never got to kiss his lover goodbye, huh

Just 'cause I was the one that kicked out her chair

It was funny watching her dangle though, gasping for air

Well, this whole shit show is ruled by an iron fist

I’m not surprised that dick made a hit list

He kicks rocks in the yard with the intentions to harm

If I'm on your heels, you won't get too 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 what's not really there with a straight face

Doctor please, don't mishear me

I'm not misogynistic

Just a little misanthropic

I was left outside the devil's gates

So I overthrew him, and now the demons bow to me

Not even god will save me now

Don't you know

(God abandoned me)

Each case comes another kill

47 down, 47 to go

Bow, bow, bow down

I'm a bag of bones

For the bad luck hellhounds

Iron cuffs, slapped on your wrist tight

Spit blood, standing on your windpipe

I'm that guy that brings a knife to a gunfight and wins

(Only evil within, like a knife blade under the skin)

A kill a day keeps the demons at bay

But what happens when the only demon left is me?

Choir, tell me, tell me, tell me

Fucking tell me

Burning down your yard with intentions to harm

If he's on your heels, you won't get too far

The devil's on your back

The target's on your head

Humanity's on your chest constricting your breath

Disdain, with a foul taste

Noose as a necklace

You can't praise god with the devil in front of your face

Laughing away at all your mistakes

I'm not psychopathic

I just don’t give a fuck what you think

Fuck you

(They call him Sherlock Bones)

I'm not psychopathic

Okay, maybe just a little bit

I'm not psychopathic

Just a little misanthropic