Henry the BunnyMan

Oh, Henry
You're a man late in his 20s
Stuck with dreams of internet celebrity
Always wishing to appeal to Pisces
While looking at others
With unrestrained envy

You had devised a plan
To become known instantly
But when failing
Cursing the fact you weren't born pretty
So you took a job
Starting at minimum wage
Hoping that one day
You'll get to own the stage

Still there was no way
You'd ever work for shit
Superior beings
Should be fed if they asked for it
Wasn't this thought shared
And supplied by the whole damn nation?
So to satiate your greed
You'd even risk damnation

Then "it" came from the sky like a savior
A creature offering a shortcut
Through unnecessary endeavors
For the price of your soul
And agreeing to a contract
It promised beauty and fame
You would inevitably attract

And so you signed
Oblivious to the blood
You'd drench your hands in
Stupidly misinformed
Blinded by potential gain
You never thought you'd
Need to first fulfill your part of the bargain
Cause you never read the fine prints

Quara-Ara
You fucking whore
Isn't this chain around my arm
Going overboard
Now that I signed and
You went back to the clouds
Where the fuck is my clout

All you wanted was fame
So you trusted the demon
Tempted by the easy path
You link your blood to a curse
If his will turns to flame
Your soul burns in a prison
Chained to an axe
You swing and you swing
To quench Ma-Arane's thirst

I cannot, I cannot fight the voice
Nor the urges
Take solace in the silence
Before its resurgence

I want blood
Oh, shut up
I want blood
I want blood
Leave me the fuck alone
I want blood

I'm going outside on a whim
Looking for your next victim?
You're the only fucking monster
I am not a murderer
We've gutted 3 people together
How are you any better?
Hey, isn't this my boss' daughter?
She looks ready to be slaughtered!
God, I'm just going to meet her
My heavy hitters desecrate her
Leaving red, warm splatters
Why am I starting to like this
What is wrong with me
Don't think too hard
Enjoy the thrill of the kill

Quara-Ara
You fucking whore
Isn't this chain around my arm
Going overboard
Now that I signed and
You went back to the clouds
Where the fuck is my clout

All you wanted was fame
So you trusted the demon
Tempted by the easy path
You linked your blood to a curse
While his will turns to flame
Your soul burns in a prison
Chained to an axe
You swing and you swing
To quench Ma-Arane's thirst

Just one last kill, you'll be famous
Just one last kill, we'll be famous