Locked in a bitter war of my mind where all is grey and red.
Trapped but content, and free when terrified so i kneel before Baphomet.
Gushing blood, a hole in the heart, and then I'll drop you in the fire, kid.
Worthless begat plentiful so then lonliness begat memories;
have you ever forgotten how to smile?
Judas is my father and I'm tethered at Satan's heal.
For now it's hot and heavy and I'm sure they're all very clever.
But Diamonds form in heat and pressure
Diamonds form - in heat, and pressure!