So what if I've become an incubus?
God's already dead to me.
I lost my halo years ago,
My wings turned dark and dingy.
I shed a few feathers here and there
And a trail of tears in my wake,
At night I'm the one crying like a banshee
Make ye no mistake.
I signed a pact with Satan once,
And he was no better a lord.
So I look to the Earth and her own beauties
For my reason to feel hope,
And continue to search inside of myself
To find what I might want to devote.
My soul is a series of spider webs,
My unsheltered mind has been cursed,
The kiss on my lips is tainted,
And they say from here life only gets worse.
