We won't do what you want to
We wont listen anymore
We are the rebels of our era
We are the devils without horns !
I will cut your wings off
They contradict your horns
I will take your halo
And break it on the floor
We are the demon on your shoulder
That voice in your head
The one that screams out
" Fuck you ! Better off dead ! "
We are who we want to be
What you always dread
The nightmare that wont leave you
Wakes you up in a cold sweat
We wont do what you want to
We wont listen anymore
We are the rebels of our era
We are the devils without horns !
So go on to your bedroom
Yeah lock the door
Check under your bed
Close the closet further
And tell Mum to double check the drawers .
The end .
Bitch.
YOU ARE READING
Prayer
PoetryA shitload of random stuff i write . otherwise known as words . and what do uoi do with words ? you read them .
