Drift along the cambion line
Trying to escape both space and time
Find a place where i can dwell
A void that fits so well
Against the flow of forgotten
Right down at the bottom
Where wings are free just like thought
None of that should be bought
Draft a treaty bleached in wine
The kind that will never be divine
While talons rap against the doors
Plan to revert all the flaws
The demon that I hold inside
The one that is visible on the right
Seeking vengeance where there is none
Between the grave and the sun
As an appetite breeds from wrong
I am the sole half-demon