Satanism

Tells me get out of here
Tells me get anywhere
But always: you people
Fields of adrenaline
Prescription keep it in
The problem: you people
I like the sound
When you’re quiet
And you shove it harder
You made a crown
Such design
Need to wear it smarter
I like the sound
When you lie
And you channel mother
You wear her crown
And in time
There will be no other
Constantly on a wire
Holding a ball of fire
In front of you people
Something has got to give
Kill it or let it live
So push out you people