A human need for excess
Coursing my clotted veins
No regard for god
Much desire your racy body
Sick need to appease
Altogether fake
In me a longing
Cravings left worsted
Sometimes a moocher
Lurking in idleness
Vengeance my sword
The bearer of pain
Tempted by pride
Demonic fly
Walking through life blinded by your flesh
A need for excess
Legions living in sin
Following of debauchery
Dark indulgence
In me a longing
Cravings left worsted
Sometimes a moocher
Laying in idleness
Vengeance my sword
The bearer of pain
Tempted by pride
Demonic fly
Feast from your bones
Drink from your skull
Thirst for your flesh
Swallow to the point of waste
Satan's pride coupled with excess
Keep the weak in place
There's nothing more despised
The rich keep getting richer
While the poor are just the scum
Beelzebub's a flight
In me a longing
Cravings left worsted
Sometimes a moocher
Lurking in idleness
Vengeance my sword
The bearer of pain
Tempted by pride
Demonic fly
Feast from your bones
Swallow to the point of waste