RADIO DEMON

Thought I was one of a kind, but I'm nothing special
          What's under the pantomime, a puppet, a vessel?
          I dreamt once upon a time, my body, a temple
          'Til it was gutted to become a dollhouse for the devil

If I die in this world
          Who will know something of me?
          I am lost, no one knows
          There's no trace of my yearning

Why The Fuck

What The Fuck 

You Know Where To Find Me Just Look Up To The Sky And Follow The Buzzards
          
          -Rip And Thank You  Bray Wyatt/Windham Lawrence Rotunda 

I'm Hungry 

I'm Done Being Nice 

This place reeks of death, there's a chill in the air
          And I barely escaped being killed by a hair
          "Great Wendigo, altruist, died for his friends"
          Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends
          I'm hungry for freedom like never before
          The constraints of my deal surely have a backdoor
          Once I figure out how to unclip my wings
          Guess who will be pulling all the strings?

Stay Tuned 

Let's begin
          I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone, 
          tune on in
          When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run
          Oh, this will be fun