Ape On The Rocket, Call The Vatican DVL SON

I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son
I am the Devil Son — kiss the priest
I am the Devil Son — spoil the feast
I am the Devil Son — drink the rain
I am the Devil Son — laugh at pain
Wrong bus, fake name
Spit laughs, no shame
Grab balls, pour wine
Say “Oops”, feels fine
I am the Devil Son — steal the bell
I am the Devil Son — fake the spell
I am the Devil Son — blame the dust
I am the Devil Son — break the trust
I am the Devil Son — kiss the sign
I am the Devil Son — stand in line
I am the Devil Son — I drink yours
I am the Devil Son — pull the doors
Wrong bus, fake name
Spit laughs, no shame
Grab balls, pour wine
Say “Oops”, feels fine
Dance until the lights go out
Laugh and scream, then twist and shout
I’m the mess you can't outrun
Smile and say: “ I’m The Devil’s son”
Wrong bus
Fake name
Spit laughs
No shame
My slaves don’t speak
They do my work
My work is dirt
I have long tongue
I walk like mold
I talk like news
I bath in oil
And sniff old shoes
I screams for fame
Then hide from light
I slaps still from girls
And call it “right”
I eat the rules
Then shit advice
I think I’m real
But glitch, not vice
Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Cheap jokes, dead eyes
Truth folds, still lies
No gods, just me
On stage, off key