Seven Devils by Sadistik
Somberly I sit alone watching while the city glows
Keeping to myself, walking on my tippy-toes
So silent but locked in with the witty prose
To propose as confident when talking to the pretty folks
And they're so awkward in their videos
Lost within a spinning globe, nauseous and it's getting old
Oh I can see it on their face I don't get a lot of praise
I'll bet I'll posthumously get it though
So I can let it go go I guess
Ninety-nine percent of one-percenters don't exist
I wine and dine with letters as a pleasure opiate
To bring my mind back to the center 'fore the medics open it
So here's another piece of me forgotten and ignored
Another piece I sharpened with a sword
The apple of my eye, she was rotten to the core
So I left her in the trash where she belongs and I've long since ignored
I know there's aphids in my chest to get
The butterflies I'm feeling when I strain to make the best of it
I run and hide to heal again from basic taste of death I'm getting
From the times of dealing with relationship-recklessness
And now I'm hiding in the night
Cause it's a full moon and the lycans tend to bite
There's lighting in between my eyelids and it's frightening when it strikes
And it might get me blinded by the light
It's so quiet in a sense, the silence just reflects
There's a crisis in my head from the vices I possess
And the prices that I set on the diamonds I collect
Well I guess except one cause I hide it in my chest
Seven devils in my head saying they're a friend
Seven devils in my head playing their pretend
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