Appeal (That One Song About Devilish Delusions and Shit)

(If you had to name the Devil? For you?)
(The biggest devil among them?)
(...That would be me)

Do I appeal?
Do I look ideal?
Do I look flawless?
Do I look unreal?
I know my talent could bring tasteful automobiles
Or it could take my life
It's a spinning wheel
Do I appeal?
Do I look ideal?
Do I look flawless?
Do I look unreal?
I know my talent could bring tasteful automobiles
Or it could take my life
It's a spinning wheel

Lovefool, first kid on the moon
Higher than a motherfucker
It ain't even noon
I'm planning on leaving my body and not returning any time soon

Every day's the same
Another waiting game
Got myself to blame
Run away from the shame
Way too old to be Bladee
Way too broke to be Drake
Way too late to killswitch the end the heartache

The devil knocked on my door
Said he could bring you back
I told him to fuck the fuck off
Bitch I'm hollowblack
I'd rather go all Jonny Pierce standing in the cold
Or fantasize 'bout suicide like when I was twelve years old

Bitches taking percocets so that they don't feel
Maybe it's best if I don't know what the fuck's real
But what's real is that today I fucking need to heal
So we don't end up fucked up under no fucking wheel
I'm sorry if I swear too much, I know it don't appeal
That ain't stopping them from taking me to fancy meals
I know it seem like a muhfuckin' big deal
But boy, do I appeal?
Would you say I appeal?

Do I appeal?
Do I look ideal?
Do I look flawless?
Do I look unreal?
I know my talent could bring tasteful automobiles
Or it could take my life
It's a spinning wheel