There is something evil in all of us Something twisted and surreal You believe that what it is should be more obvious Based on the way you fucking feel My silence does not fit into a body It does not take on a holy name It is defined by pessimism and longing And to obstruct what is commonly sane The silence calls you deeper into the void A burning lust to cause stress A pragmatic volume of decrepit phases The quality of life yet I digress The tyrant shade behind your eyes Takes matters into its own hands A Woeful Malignance exists eternally Clash of morality and demonic demands Choose to deny it's presence And lose all your power As your concious mind begins to decay You blame it on another In Nomine dei nostri sathanas luciferi excelsi The supernatural is a myth And is nothing natural about society For what was super is now buried Forgotten and wasted, mocking sobriety You feel a presence outside of the self Is it a manifestation of your fears? In your darkest corner, where Earth's secrets dwell Who will be standing there? SATAN