I Am the Devil
Unveiling the Abyss: KULT KRIMES' Haunting Revelations in 'I Am the Devil'
Lyrics
your back is cracked, I got a lot of feelings
Your physical well-being is deteriorating, and I am emotionally affected.
Not a one to make you feel gold
I don't offer comforting words, but I can fulfill your desires.
But one to satisfy
I can provide satisfaction, but your aspirations have been compromised.
Your dreams were sold, is something I been preaching
Your dreams have been betrayed, and I have been warning about it.
Nothing to make you feel whole without you playing dead
You feel incomplete without embracing your darker instincts.
I own these streets your walking on while whipping my tail and pointing my horns into the souls of force fed greed
I control the environment you navigate, using my influence to exploit greed.
Come here and show me you have another face
Reveal your true nature to me, not the facade of freedom.
It's not the one that was free
The freedom you once had is gone; I will take what is available.
It's just the one I'll take
I will only accept the version of you that suits my purposes.
have to change ya sheets, your clothes, feed the cats, the kids, whatever feeds the deeds, ya said
You must attend to mundane tasks while acknowledging the consequences of your actions.
Ya got plans to make the gold, 2077 came, you broke and dead now. I'll bend the backs of broken men, so don't crack jokes and censor your friends. You'll raise your fists at me and scream, "" m' me m' me, why why why why why why why me me. I built the part between you and the sun. The sun could never pierce what was unseen. Nowhere to call a home, so I stayed here and picked apart what you believe.
A dystopian future (2077) has left you broken and destitute. I manipulate the weak and mock resistance, dwelling in the absence of light.
I am the one here at this fruit filled tree
I am the force behind the tempting opportunities.
It didn't take much to indulge in all my creed
Indulging in my principles requires minimal effort.
I've been trading for keeps until these Fuckers bleed out
I exploit others until they suffer the consequences.
no one is left to boast about their faith now
No one remains to boast about their faith after my influence.
If I present the coping mechanism then
Presenting a coping mechanism tightens the chains of dependency.
Your chains will tighten round both ya ankles
Your dependence on coping mechanisms binds you further.
Send the proper plead until your breed believes that what they have seen will feed me feed me!
Your desperate pleas are required to sustain the illusion I present.
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