Prince of Pain
I turn creeping notions straight into crawling nightmares
I lead little lost lambs straight into lion dens
I turn peaceful neighborhoods into ghetto battle fields
I make the wrong seem right and the false seem real
I turn prophets into pimps
I turn killers into kings
I even turn the sunshine into acid rain
Remember my name
I'm the prince of pain
I turn innocent children into heated hate machines
I turn once strong fathers into drug addicted fiends
I turn once loving mothers into hell bound hooker queens
They do the devils work best down on dirty knees
I turn lovers into liars
I turn brothers into bastards and back stabbing beasts
I rise with rage like yeast in this angry age
Remember my name
I'm the prince of pain
I turn smiles into frowns
I turn peace into war
I turn the pure into pollution...now ruled and reigned by wicked whores
I turn the wind into whips
I turn masters into slaves
I even turn daylight into darkness...so deep with so many souls to drain
Greet me from your grave and give to my game
Remember my name
I'm the prince of pain
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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