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Shoot me in the head,

Watch me drop dead,

That'd probably be entertaining to you.

Stab me in the heart,

Watch it all break apart,

That'd probably we amusing to you.



Never in my life did I believe the Devil was real,

But God would never create someone as evil as you.

You destroyed my life with even caring how you would make me feel,

Now I don't need an excuse to hate you the way that I do.



Tell me one more lie,

Watch me suffer and cry,

That'd probably be funny to you.

Hurt me for one more day,

Punish me in the corner as I pray,

That'd probably be hilarious to you.



I never wished to imagine that Satan was real,

But the Messiah would never design anyone as coldhearted as you.

You shattered my heart and never gave me a chance to heal,

Now I don't need a reason to fear you the way that I do.



What happened to mommy's little angel, did her soul she sell?

Once flying high in the skies, now the little devil is flying like a bat out of Hell.

What became over little miss perfect, was she put under some sort of spell?

With every sin she commits, the little devil is making me fall further and further down the wishing well.



Grab the machete and slice me in half,

Savoring my last moments as I watch you laugh,

That'd probably be pleasure to you.

Abuse me until the hour of my death,

Struggling for every last breath,

That'd probably be satisfying to you.



I'm beginning to hear that the Devil is real,

Because God would never allow under his reign a back-stabbing liar like you.

Being with you is as dangerous as falling asleep behind the steering wheel,

Now I don't need a reason to hide from you the way that I do.



Chop off all my fingers one by one,

Who ever never knew counting could be so much fun!?!

That'd probably be a game to you.

Push me off the cliff and watch me descend,

End the life of a former friend,

That'd probably be true bliss for you.



Now I know that that Satan is alive and real,

Because a utopian society would reject someone as harmful as you.

You destroyed my life and broke the protective seal,

Now I don't need a reason to hate you the way that I do.



What has the little princess transformed into? No one can really tell,

Once free in her heavenly arms, she has now locked me in her inescapable jail cell.

What will happen to the little devil, will she always be known as the angel from Hell?

As her lips covered with poison kiss me for one last time, she lowers my corrupted corpse into its tomb and gently whispers "farewell".