666, the sign of the Beast
The sign of me signed, sealed and deceased
But I’ve been running from my shadow for so long
I hardly even know where I went wrong
Always hopscotching lines to be so nice
Then getting knocked out by the sugar and spice
And knuckle sandwiching my own face
Beset by disease and lies and disgrace
Til finally I see the flaw
That raps me sideways across the jaw
The fear of what I may come to be
I am afraid of the Devil in me
I was afraid to utter names
Lest He be hid in those games
But I’m not a fan of fantasy
I keep looking for Him but there’s nothing to see
Because its all a lie to keep us in line
Who tells it is harder to define
But I know one thing and I know it for sure
If you stand up then you see the pure
And whatever may be will fall behind
No, I’m not out of my mind
I’ve just revolved my heart and soul
And Voldemort can kiss my hole

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