Trance the demon

Before I begin the rant I want you to know
cowardice is the devil´s closest friend.
Hit you who blows the bell for predators.
Targeted you on the pedistall casting creativity down
calling it weird touching it with your synopse,
P*ss off!
Me With the colour of words irradicating you.
With strangeness I assasinate your hate thats true.
Call me the anti, the fiend´s fiend the dying poison orchids
in your hearts I´ve dug my hole and trapped the Tier.

Me with the drums of the shaman and the winds of
midnight chill wake you from your empty stare,
wake you all to make you quite aware.
There are those who love true freedom
and those in a fearful trance well cast by a demon.