Venomous Verisimilitude

Pissing on Mephistopheles’ typewriter, I brought my own pen

Have the cartridge filled with the blood of dead Men

Never had the time for limbo, cause I never made friends

To heed my new enemy need, I had to raise old ones again

I have a cemetery appetite locked in my head

And I feed on the greed of the spenders who lend

I don’t swim, I walk hateful steps on the lakes of revenge

Now I’m here to see if I can actually bleed,

But first my words must cut all the throats in need,

Crying for help from the suicide trees

Then I spit on the concept of lies and deceit

I’m the one who cut out Judas’ own lips to gain control of the speech

And if the gates don’t open I’ll just break the chains

It think it's time I refill my ink now, from Lucifer's veins