The Crisis - Demo

Tasty as the best wine,
Shining like the morning star.
Dressed all in dark-red,
Mirror glasses is perfect.

Walking around the Broadway,
Seeing next victim of the day,
Look here and look there,
You can act this everywhere.

Approach your hand to his face,
Make your dark magic happens,
Give the chat and push his chest,
Against the wall and now,
You have to say,
This is just a sadistic thing you want to do.

Late of night lost away,
You can't find a place to stay,
Empty eyes and pale skin,
You can feel your demon in.

Whispering at your ear,
Dirty things you have to do,
Controlling your body and your mind,
You can't fight against,
You're helpless,
But you can hear a voice calls your name.

It's him again,
He's still believe in you at least,
But then you can't approach.

You know? You still the same,
You're not ok,
But you are more you can believe,
And as you can,
You've to deceive yourself again.

You can call yourself of waste or worse.
Only you can fight the Crisis from your world.