Goblin by Hollow Prophet Lyrics

Behind his grim eyes, wonders a mind of demise
A haven of gloom, hysteria waiting to bloom
Eating away at his morality
Waiting for the day he finally breaks
He chuckles as he fights for his sanity
Lurking behind a false gaze, eager, frustrated, clawing at the surface, one stupid comment away
The punchline of malevolence, thriving for violence, infernal impatience
A rotten mask of hostility his crooked smile leaks a silent stare of sadistic charm and agitation
Deep dwelling darkness smothered by laughter, a filthy grin of malice gagging on hatred
Damned dirty dickhead soaking in anger a vicious mentality wanting to escape
Behind his grim eyes wonders a mind of demise
A haven of gloom, hysteria waiting to bloom
He, The Goblin of The Soul speaks to himself
A cryptic, schizophrenic grotesque, split personality
A demented little bastard, pondering savage actions
Eager, frustrated
Schizophrenic frustration