Satanism

I spoke to soon
I've been kind of hating you lately
padded room and the shouting heard only faintly
build you up to tear me down again feel
my love my every moon
resist the urge of shaking
silver spoon
I offer you, will you take it?
build you up and tear me down again
every time I start I start the end
can you feel my love?
boy I hope you can
my head is spinning
can you feel my love?
I really hope you can
we're still spinning
no, I know, I know
you do you
for as long as I can take it
I make it true
and sometimes have to fake it
build it up, a ghoul under your bed
darkened corner, eyes are glowing red