I am made of lamb skin, the devil prophet with a bible
And I cruise the night in search of prey
Like an owl I’m silent, deadly and precise
And I wear such coat like I am wise
I am king of missconceptions, blood is on my hands
And my blade is tainted with thy blight
Every night I go places I don’t recognize
I’m impervious to how people cry
Daniel, are you done?
She was listening close enough to make you turn the tide
When you turned around, she was blind
As a spider cast its web across the night sky
I go for the kill and pretense
Daniel, are you this dense?
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