Change My Brain With Cakes - Henry the BunnyMan Lyrics

Oh, Henry, you're a man late in his 20s
Stuck with dreams of internet celebrity
Always wishing to appeal to Pisces
While looking at others with unrestrained envy
You had devised a plan to become known instantly
But when failing, cursing the fact you weren't born pretty
So you took a job starting at minimum wage
Hoping that one day you'll get to own the stage
Still there was no way you'd ever work for shit
Superior beings should be fed if they asked for it
Wasn't this thought shared and supplied by the whole damn nation?
So to satiate your greed you'd even risk damnation
Then "it" came from the sky like a savior
A creature offering a shortcut through unnecessary endeavors
For the price of your soul and agreeing to a contract
It promised beauty and fame you would inevitably attract
And so you signed, oblivious to the blood you'd drench your hands in
Stupidly misinformed, blinded by potential gain
You never thought you'd need to first fulfill your part of the bargain
Cause you never read the fine prints
Quara-Ara, you f*cking whore, isn't this chain around my arm going overboard
Now that I signed and you went back to the clouds, where the f*ck is my clout
All you wanted was fame so you trusted the demon
Tempted by the easy path you link your blood to a curse
If his will turns to flame your soul burns in a prison
Chained to an axe you swing and you swing to quench Ma-Arane's thirst
I cannot, I cannot fight the voice nor the urges
Take solace in the silence before its resurgence
I want blood - Oh, shut up
I want blood
I want blood - Leave me the f*ck alone !
I want blood
I'm going outside on a whim, Looking for your next victim ?
You're the only f*cking monster, I am not a murderer
We've gutted 3 people together, how are you any better ?
Hey, isn't this my boss' daughter ? She looks ready to be slaughtered !
God, I'm just going to meet her
My heavy hitters desecrate her, leaving red, warm splatters
Why am I starting to like this, what is wrong with me
Don't think too hard, enjoy the thrill of the kill
Quara-Ara, you f*cking whore, isn't this chain around my arm going overboard
Now that I signed and you went back to the clouds, where the f*ck is my clout
All you wanted was fame so you trusted the demon
Tempted by the easy path you linked your blood to a curse
While his will turns to flame your soul burns in a prison
Chained to an axe you swing and you swing to quench Ma-Arane's thirst
Just one last kill, you'll be famous
Just one last kill, we'll be famous