Between My Fingers

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

Punish the reckless and spear the crooks.
Smile with bared teeth while holding meat hooks.
For so long scum has walked these halls.
Time has come to crush their brazen calls.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

I don’t know but guess time with tell.
Chuck out the rotten flesh marked by hell.
Worms digging deep into soft turned sod.
Smile with a face that’s stained by mud.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.

Pound on the gates.
Zero mistakes.
Resume my hunt.
Call you a runt.
For you are demise.
To my demon cries.
If I am pure pain.
Then you were disdain.
But things now must change.
I know that sounds strange.
Cause who would’ve thought…
A demon would want psychos caught.

Spin a blade between my fingers.
Head filled with thought that lingers.
Am I the demon that people fear?
He who turns their minds dark from clear.
No!